<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:57:08.803+08:00</updated><category term='Extraction'/><category term='Intro'/><category term='Irony'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Memory Lane'/><category term='Review'/><category term='Others'/><category term='Short Talk'/><category term='MedicLog'/><category term='Gadgets'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Tagged'/><category term='Drama'/><category term='Job'/><category term='TravelsnTours'/><category term='Diary'/><category term='Opinion'/><category term='Feelings'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Music2yourEar'/><category term='New experience'/><category term='Event'/><category term='Education'/><category term='Prefectship - B.O.P'/><category term='.'/><title type='text'>iNVISIBLE.iNVINCIBLE</title><subtitle type='html'>Aim for the moon, even if you miss, you'll land among the stars. All rights reserved.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-4408306954134751037</id><published>2011-11-13T01:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T02:26:51.295+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Talk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irony'/><title type='text'>How do I break these chains that bind me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ndUGNSbu_ss/Tr6vRe6rERI/AAAAAAAABEU/qWwGChT4zs0/s1600/border-wall-615.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ndUGNSbu_ss/Tr6vRe6rERI/AAAAAAAABEU/qWwGChT4zs0/s320/border-wall-615.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674165295425196306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I build these thick walls around me, not because I want to, but because I have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a form of self defense mechanism, of which I have grown used to in years of practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being stone cold makes you much less of a patronizing victim, for as the saying goes, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If being shielded meant security, it potrays the fact that the less people know about you, they're less likely to attack you with you own imperfections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The closer someone tries to get to you, the further you run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solitary is not an ommission. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But growing up in the most undesirable conditions is; and so you set your boundaries to keep yourself from going out of line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I protect myself because I have to, for who else is gonna look out for me if it's not myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course I know these concrete will not sustain a lifetime, after all nothing's made to last forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day these walls will tumble at the right time, to the right person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll let you in, and it doesnt matter now who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But let me have some time, I beg to differ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I deem it necessary only because I foresee how thing turns out if I were to rush it, as always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may not comprehend this now, but I sincerely hope that you do in time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take things slow, allow some personal space for each other and let's not to a mountain out of molehill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That simple, isn't it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The solemn wall camouflage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-4408306954134751037?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/4408306954134751037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=4408306954134751037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/4408306954134751037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/4408306954134751037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/11/how-do-i-break-these-chains-that-bind.html' title='How do I break these chains that bind me?'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ndUGNSbu_ss/Tr6vRe6rERI/AAAAAAAABEU/qWwGChT4zs0/s72-c/border-wall-615.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-430486035364135804</id><published>2011-11-09T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T20:04:09.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jnslrTTXQSA?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-430486035364135804?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/430486035364135804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=430486035364135804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/430486035364135804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/430486035364135804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/11/not-be-quitter-no-matter-how-bad-you.html' title='Not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse.'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jnslrTTXQSA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-5737580829408186599</id><published>2011-11-06T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T18:17:49.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I come hot, in the coldest way.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ST634WCBL0k/TrZcv8B-0lI/AAAAAAAABEI/ad6AG5UzKIE/s1600/IMAG0864.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ST634WCBL0k/TrZcv8B-0lI/AAAAAAAABEI/ad6AG5UzKIE/s320/IMAG0864.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671822759357764178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt; want to go to the beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;ay down on my back with the dark sky laid out in front of me like God's canvas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt;our body lying next to mine, I'll put my hand into yours and let me fill the gaps in between your fingers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With our skin so close that the heat radiated from your body warm up mine, in the serene starry night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to count the stars with you, breathe in the salty air and put the insanity of reality in the back of my mind once and for all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when the drowsiness takes over, I'll place my head on your chest and close my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With your arms around me, I'll fall asleep listening to the sound of your heartbeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to do all that; instead of putting up with stacks of notes for 2 weeks of plain torture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm envious of my family members who get to spend their weekend in Genting Highlands and its casinos, while I'm bored here with your absence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lift my torment when this is all over, alright?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s I have a few more posts coming up in time, and I've already have it drafted out in my mind. Well, I have to admit to the fact I blog best at times of exams, God knows why. That's all you get from me now. It's time to go back to my studies. Stay tuned people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-5737580829408186599?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/5737580829408186599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=5737580829408186599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/5737580829408186599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/5737580829408186599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-come-hot-in-coldest-way.html' title='I come hot, in the coldest way.'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ST634WCBL0k/TrZcv8B-0lI/AAAAAAAABEI/ad6AG5UzKIE/s72-c/IMAG0864.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-6377760318688299054</id><published>2011-08-17T11:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T11:59:21.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>All I want to do, is to lose control.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Psst, check it out who else has a star inked onto the back of her neck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Dr. Rebecca Gordon from Combat Hospital, I love tha gal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qXphtNDfPQo/Tks6etmVwvI/AAAAAAAABD8/kyL1kOw9Ofs/s1600/star%2Btatt.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qXphtNDfPQo/Tks6etmVwvI/AAAAAAAABD8/kyL1kOw9Ofs/s320/star%2Btatt.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641667257522569970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Figured this would be a better post on my blog than the bloody vamp one, especially you know, on duh-big-day-of-my-life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuz apparently half the country's citizens are celebrating it for me with a public holiday. *Vanity strikes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not really that much of a big deal but, thanks for the wishes tho people. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-6377760318688299054?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/6377760318688299054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=6377760318688299054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6377760318688299054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6377760318688299054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/08/all-i-want-to-do-is-to-lose-control.html' title='All I want to do, is to lose control.'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qXphtNDfPQo/Tks6etmVwvI/AAAAAAAABD8/kyL1kOw9Ofs/s72-c/star%2Btatt.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-4789220162007483319</id><published>2011-08-16T01:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T12:00:40.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><title type='text'>Voots!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I swear that True Blood has the best adverts in the world. Their creativity is just tantalizing.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what impress me even more now, is &lt;a href="http://www.babyvamp-jessica.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it out yo, even TB's very own vamp hottie Jessica Fortenberry has her own blog, with video blog on the sides as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;True Blood Season 3's very own QR code.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you're an Android user, download the QR Droid app to decode; as for Iphone, well I don't give a damn. P.s it will take a while for the decode as it's not the normal boring codes we usually see, plus you get to twist you and your device tilted sideways like and idiot and hold the position for 1 minute or so, I'd say it's a win-win situation, cheers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ujm4dterYE/Tkld5RebIbI/AAAAAAAABD0/9-1x_vIEk1I/s1600/tb3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ujm4dterYE/Tkld5RebIbI/AAAAAAAABD0/9-1x_vIEk1I/s320/tb3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641143246783193522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll be more than willing to bulk produce this kindda band aids, if there' a market need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C5EBqECBRUo/Tkld5UWWSuI/AAAAAAAABDs/OpnU1exe978/s1600/tb2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C5EBqECBRUo/Tkld5UWWSuI/AAAAAAAABDs/OpnU1exe978/s320/tb2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641143247554628322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How strong would you like for your cuppa this morning, sir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2CdVTOqb0Xg/Tkld5F_zvlI/AAAAAAAABDk/RqMfMzp6Qe4/s1600/tb1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2CdVTOqb0Xg/Tkld5F_zvlI/AAAAAAAABDk/RqMfMzp6Qe4/s320/tb1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641143243701993042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm charmed, nevertheless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember to check &lt;a href="http://www.babyvamp-jessica.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jessica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;'s page out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yea, VOOTS = Vamp-woots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-4789220162007483319?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/4789220162007483319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=4789220162007483319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/4789220162007483319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/4789220162007483319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/08/voots.html' title='Voots!'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ujm4dterYE/Tkld5RebIbI/AAAAAAAABD0/9-1x_vIEk1I/s72-c/tb3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-7545749176649575998</id><published>2011-08-14T18:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T23:31:39.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>All the world's a stage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;William Shakespeare declared the statement above.&lt;div&gt;I'd say, if you can't act on one, the least you can do is to have a good time watching the play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The human mind must believe in something, so why not let it believe what it does believe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were devoted in religion, it's never wrong to put your hopes in hands of the greater God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walk in faith, and faith shall guide you to victory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe in passion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My passion compels me to live for the things I love, and vice versa; to make my life worthwhile for the things I adore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is no passion in your life, have you really lived? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask yourself, what have you been doing for the past 10 years to your life? Does your achievements contribute to your contentment, or it's just a trophy for you to showcase to the world?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oops, it seems like I have diverted off my topic again, my bad. I swear to all the living organisms in the world that my brain does the greatest wonder of switching my thoughts into something else, and I ended up forgetting what I wanted to say in the beginning, damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Refer to &lt;a href="http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2008/09/drama-review-explicit.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-timing.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, here's the list of new TV series I'm watching for this Fall. Should you too find them interesting, lemme know. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Off The Map, S01.&lt;/b&gt; The complete season is made up of only 13 episodes. Similar to Grey's Anatomy as it's shown by ABC too, the medical-based drama sets its settings in the woods of Mexico. Interesting casts with intriguing plot. I do hope that a second season will be produced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BdESWMy7BAs/TkekuJnhE6I/AAAAAAAABDc/NuwH9Aua3wA/s1600/off-the-map-cast.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BdESWMy7BAs/TkekuJnhE6I/AAAAAAAABDc/NuwH9Aua3wA/s320/off-the-map-cast.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640658171067437986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;True Blood S04.&lt;/b&gt; A drama that has made a great leap since the premiering of its first season. i remembered back then it was more of censored scenes, and today albeit the slight presence of censorial, the suspense does a good job at satisfying the appetite of me, the vamp-lusting fanatic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLnfoZlMfTI/TkektxRUO9I/AAAAAAAABDU/AVtNRpk5sp0/s1600/tb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TLnfoZlMfTI/TkektxRUO9I/AAAAAAAABDU/AVtNRpk5sp0/s320/tb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640658164531870674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alphas S01.&lt;/b&gt; From Smallville to Heroes, this is my utmost sci-fi addiction. Not only that the humans are equipped with mutant-like super powers, the series insert a lot of neurological and psychological factors in it, which I can easily related to what I learned before. I only wished that the casts are more attractive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k54jF0VjPy0/Tkekt-6nHhI/AAAAAAAABDM/Ie-cBUfJZq8/s1600/aphas.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k54jF0VjPy0/Tkekt-6nHhI/AAAAAAAABDM/Ie-cBUfJZq8/s320/aphas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640658168194735634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bedlam S01.&lt;/b&gt; I've never been a big fan of UK dramas before, but I downloaded this for its horror-ghost plot and its setting in an old historical-looking asylum. The whole season consists of 6 episodes only, which is perfect for those who doesn't like to spend weeks waiting for new drama episodes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-prw2hmsTvbo/TkektgDdBHI/AAAAAAAABDE/5qS-UKhFTgI/s1600/Bedlam.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-prw2hmsTvbo/TkektgDdBHI/AAAAAAAABDE/5qS-UKhFTgI/s320/Bedlam.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640658159910323314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Combat Hospital S01.&lt;/b&gt; The only series that I haven't found time to lay my eyes on still. Upon watching E.R, Mental, Private Practice, House M.D, Off The Map and Grey's Anatomy, I could only propose that I am indeed attracted to medical procedural series, well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KCwZMfVWXMk/TkektqFnChI/AAAAAAAABC8/qtcYN1T_biE/s1600/ch.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KCwZMfVWXMk/TkektqFnChI/AAAAAAAABC8/qtcYN1T_biE/s320/ch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640658162603723282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Find your passion, whatever it might be. Become it, and let it become you and you will find great things happen for you, to you and because of you. - T. Alan Armstrong.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;J'adore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/982794564252006982-7545749176649575998?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/7545749176649575998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=7545749176649575998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/7545749176649575998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/7545749176649575998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post_14.html' title='All the world&apos;s a stage.'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BdESWMy7BAs/TkekuJnhE6I/AAAAAAAABDc/NuwH9Aua3wA/s72-c/off-the-map-cast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-5986483240399961307</id><published>2011-08-14T17:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T20:40:38.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>做人做到那么现实，有这个必要吗？</title><content type='html'>Read the title, that's the least that all man that has taken somebody for granted needs to know.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if one day people decide to shut you out, or take back own offer, do not be surprised for you have foreseen this day coming when you decide to pursue your realistic behaviors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;将心比心，总比利益来得重要。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;人比人，迟早比死人。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-5986483240399961307?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/5986483240399961307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=5986483240399961307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/5986483240399961307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/5986483240399961307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/08/blog-post.html' title='做人做到那么现实，有这个必要吗？'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-2158317210165334959</id><published>2011-08-12T23:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T00:55:16.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gadgets'/><title type='text'>Sarcasm seeks for a company, humor me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Those who know me well would realize that I've been busy completing assignments that come piling up so abundantly like the stars in the sky in the few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's absurd to fathom that people from my semester are learning the curriculum of what my seniors are learning, I mean isn't that unfair for we have to familiarize ourselves with double the study load that others have to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I digress. If procrastination is the thief of time, apparently it steals mine too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway my seniors had their conference held the other day, and being involved in performing the relaxation technique, I was also utilizing my time well by glamorizing my&lt;i&gt; smartassphone&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After learning from him that Iphones are actually modifiable into Android interface, I tried my hand at turning my Android into Iphone's as well. It's not that perfect still as all the apps I used are free, and that my phone is still unrooted, so..well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNQ17JT1Ckc/TkVNrDbzgqI/AAAAAAAABC0/2B-aaLvMvUY/s1600/2011-08-12%2B20.43.53.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNQ17JT1Ckc/TkVNrDbzgqI/AAAAAAAABC0/2B-aaLvMvUY/s320/2011-08-12%2B20.43.53.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639999510403056290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The screensaver/ unlock screen that I've been yearning for some time. Still incomplete tho, as there is still no 'Slide to Unlock' captions in the slider bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nq0s5E6xzUQ/TkVGncv8WlI/AAAAAAAABCU/nLnOmpLaxhw/s1600/2011-08-12%2B20.44.38.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nq0s5E6xzUQ/TkVGncv8WlI/AAAAAAAABCU/nLnOmpLaxhw/s320/2011-08-12%2B20.44.38.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639991751897537106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Apple icons are small in appearance as compared to that of an Iphone. But it's acceptable for I love the unique thumbnail icons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lBQhzmf9Tbc/TkVGnPiJhFI/AAAAAAAABCM/Q08Ps3_zrFE/s1600/2011-08-12%2B20.46.37.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lBQhzmf9Tbc/TkVGnPiJhFI/AAAAAAAABCM/Q08Ps3_zrFE/s320/2011-08-12%2B20.46.37.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639991748350018642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is just the normal menu with some unknown origin, but I do fell hard for the home button &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--EbJXjAS0_U/TkVGmyB9nII/AAAAAAAABCE/DVpMMnBz7oM/s1600/2011-08-12%2B20.44.57.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--EbJXjAS0_U/TkVGmyB9nII/AAAAAAAABCE/DVpMMnBz7oM/s320/2011-08-12%2B20.44.57.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639991740430392450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The conspicuous feature that my app supports: when you swipe across the contact page, it actually turns into a 3D cube that swirls 360 degree till you reach your destined option. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HxYMdii0_j0/TkVGmh-FCsI/AAAAAAAABB8/JZEfZDz1uhY/s1600/2011-08-12%2B21.12.04.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HxYMdii0_j0/TkVGmh-FCsI/AAAAAAAABB8/JZEfZDz1uhY/s320/2011-08-12%2B21.12.04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639991736119134914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The bubble conversation style, like finally. I reminisced of the time of how much I hated my old boring Android 2.2 list conversation style, and no I don't miss it at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ejOjij8tACI/TkVGmVR5hjI/AAAAAAAABB0/oGICvnIjONU/s1600/2011-08-12%2B21.12.13.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ejOjij8tACI/TkVGmVR5hjI/AAAAAAAABB0/oGICvnIjONU/s320/2011-08-12%2B21.12.13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639991732712605234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lastly, the Iphone keypad. Which is not that good in functionality anyway, just that it looks good, like the keyboard of Sony Vaio laptops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized that I actually like the way of how Iphone presents its user interface, it may not be as user-friendly as Android, but hell, it has a classy elegance touch to it that I love much. Someday, Incredible will coexist with Iphone, but only when I'm moneyed. Cheers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sarcasm refers to my inner self searching for the least fraction of humor left in my bones, I can feel that it's draining from me as the world establish me with cruelty. With the passing of each day, I can feel the rage just boiling inside me. Sometimes, I desire to be a sadist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-2158317210165334959?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/2158317210165334959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=2158317210165334959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/2158317210165334959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/2158317210165334959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/08/sarcasm-seeks-for-some-humor.html' title='Sarcasm seeks for a company, humor me?'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YNQ17JT1Ckc/TkVNrDbzgqI/AAAAAAAABC0/2B-aaLvMvUY/s72-c/2011-08-12%2B20.43.53.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-2320677008543582659</id><published>2011-08-08T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T23:25:39.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Final Hope - Steve Jablonsky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I did mention that Transformers 3's The Score was great right, but I never had the time to search it up and post to ya all. So here it is. One of my fave, but frankly, I love it all, every soundtrack in the album. Enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow I wished that there was orchestra back in my secondary school days, else I wouldn't be stuck choosing the second best option, chinese orchestra though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b674L7oMkRo?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-2320677008543582659?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/2320677008543582659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=2320677008543582659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/2320677008543582659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/2320677008543582659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-final-hope-steve-jablonsky.html' title='Our Final Hope - Steve Jablonsky'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/b674L7oMkRo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-6835793903630532703</id><published>2011-08-03T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T01:14:12.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irony'/><title type='text'>Questions, probably with no answers.</title><content type='html'>What would you feel if you were given an eternity to live?&lt;div&gt;Would it be a blessing, or just plain torture?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing all your loved ones grow old and eventually leave you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you were to live eternally, would you be bored for the endless years you lived?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Assuming that you pursued every wish you've ever made, every dream you've ever dreamed; every lust and pleasure you've ever yearned for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To love and be loved, pause and repeat again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Should you have lived for as long as you can remember, when the true death is bestowed upon you, would you ratify, or dismiss it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Run away, or go down the path that is meant for every living being, for you were once alive albeit the memories may have dissolved in your thought's fraction.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a figment of my imagination, for I have watched one too many sci-fi related matter recently. Pardonne moi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-6835793903630532703?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/6835793903630532703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=6835793903630532703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6835793903630532703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6835793903630532703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/08/questions-probably-with-no-answers.html' title='Questions, probably with no answers.'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-7648606509996586803</id><published>2011-08-03T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T22:34:24.198+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'>Liu Hui Ching #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLn3yUb140E/TjlcLwVFdAI/AAAAAAAABBs/KFuMTBvNPOY/s1600/y%2Bu%2Bno.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLn3yUb140E/TjlcLwVFdAI/AAAAAAAABBs/KFuMTBvNPOY/s320/y%2Bu%2Bno.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636637765652542466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me wants Delicious and Tutti Frutti. &lt;div&gt;Psst, Tuesday is ladies day which also means we get 15% off our froyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rocks huh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tagging: &lt;a href="http://staycutencool.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy Khoo&lt;/a&gt; too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-7648606509996586803?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/7648606509996586803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=7648606509996586803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/7648606509996586803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/7648606509996586803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/08/liu-hui-ching-2.html' title='Liu Hui Ching #2'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BLn3yUb140E/TjlcLwVFdAI/AAAAAAAABBs/KFuMTBvNPOY/s72-c/y%2Bu%2Bno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-3673680689447867674</id><published>2011-07-31T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T21:25:07.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It burned while I cried 'cause I heard it screaming out your name.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;There's a side to you, that I never knew.&lt;br /&gt;All the things you'd say, they were never true.&lt;br /&gt;And the games you play, you would always win.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ogGgmbm-gVQ?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-3673680689447867674?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/3673680689447867674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=3673680689447867674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3673680689447867674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3673680689447867674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-burned-while-i-cried-cause-i-heard.html' title='It burned while I cried &apos;cause I heard it screaming out your name.'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ogGgmbm-gVQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-3984568259414510330</id><published>2011-07-23T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T16:06:49.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Mercy</title><content type='html'>Cuz it's not anyone's fault if the style of my writing, is infectious. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/982794564252006982-3984568259414510330?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/3984568259414510330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=3984568259414510330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3984568259414510330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3984568259414510330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/07/mercy.html' title='Mercy'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-5866421732622372620</id><published>2011-07-16T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T22:51:43.792+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TravelsnTours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Top 10 List of things to do before the BIG 2-Oh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;According to Karwen's Standard of Acquiring the Luxuries in Life. Wth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Being a 20-year-old may not be a big deal, but to me, it's another step leading me into the young adult phase,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Which means I no longer have the excuse to act foolish, childish or in any other means that'll make a fool out of myself. I have to be rational 'cause that's what the society expects me to be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;And thus, I have this. Some lil things for me to be irrational once in a while, before I turn 20.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;1. Get a smartphone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;It's not actually a good thing to own a phone that outsmarts you. But, it's a necessity for me. After the 2008 incident of which my first cellphone was stolen, my Nokia 6288 was replaced with LG KS360, which was functional for almost 2 years. This year, after a few months of dilemmas and comparison, including getting some feedback from y'all, I bought myself this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LogeuhfG6hw/TiGh5HwHvzI/AAAAAAAABAU/8TG4hs8Z0Ws/s320/110601-140443.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;A phone that is obviously too huge for my hand, with battery life span that is shorter than a butterfly's, 8mp camera that is only accessible via touch sensor; and of all the bad things I can say about it, I still find a way to love it to its bones, if it has some. A phone that will last me at least for another 2 years maybe, and by then I hope Iphone 6 is out in the market.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;HTC Incredible S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;2. Get inked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;It's ironic cuz albeit having the idea to do it for months, the one thing that triggers the effect was during our Clinical Science lesson where we were taught of the methods of spreading HIV, which getting tattooed is one of the ways. After about 2 months of surveying, we settled down and got inked one Saturday noon. It was definitely a great experience, and by 'we' I mean me, L and D. Full album can be viewed on my Facebook page.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Er2Jg9IgPnE/TiGh5KabWjI/AAAAAAAABAc/3WiS-8Ps_Lc/s320/224741_10150162048528635_675793634_6696756_2351741_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Getting it done was easy, the whole process wasn’t that uncomfy since Evin did a great job and the pain was addictive. Yet, the 1 week that followed by was hell. Other than having to spend time applying ointment twice a day, it was the itch that I loathe for, followed by cracking of the scar, and I was just glad that it was over in one week’s time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Am definitely fighting the urge to get some Roman numerals etched onto my wrist, who knows how soon I’ll give in?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;3. Travel to a foreign country on your own.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;It wasn’t exactly on my own, nor was it a very fulfilling trip to Singapore. Yet, it has given me to chance to learn aand gain experience that is definitely beneficial for me to plan my next trip. Loves.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L9OpxdhiKzg/TiGh5gyRJtI/AAAAAAAABAk/zVUEi6gXFMQ/s320/252991_10150199423617427_661942426_6884218_7344920_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Picture was stolen from AmyKhoo. Oops.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;4. Be in more than 3 states in a year.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Selangor as my second home as it is the location of both my college and hostel; Practical in Kota Bahru, Kelantan for 2 weeks somewhere during April; and coming up practical in Johor Bahru, Johor on October for another 2 weeks.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--cZYjan4R60/TiGh5riUsnI/AAAAAAAABAs/MPLhNLT3IU8/s320/110408_111812.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6XIgVZMcYGk/TiGh6HDtAyI/AAAAAAAABA0/cJV-DzXxgN0/s320/110402_113244.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Nothing much to brag about, it’s just pleased myself to know that being a Penangite, I’ve actually been to more than just Penang and KL. Coming up next year, East Malaysia will definitely be my next destination.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;5. Fall in love, get heartbroken for it, and is not being afraid to believe in love again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;The title is pretty much self-explanatory.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;6. Spend some hard earned cash and is not guilty for spending it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Decided to finally give myself a treat after all those emotional stressors from the previous months, splurged my earnings from work, swiped cards and actually felt good about it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cC19mbnj7_0/TiGjTF2v5aI/AAAAAAAABA8/vmaW_HsQKsQ/s320/248491_10150192924153635_675793634_6971693_7533353_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hzZM0gax0GU/TiGjTjtRuaI/AAAAAAAABBE/4TAYZjG2hwE/s320/IMAG0129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;7. Get drunk once in a while.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;And I just made myself sound like an alcoholic b*, oops. A must-try experience and I wouldn’t have asked for it anymore. My first time was during the post-exam celebration in college’s hostel, sleepless nights burning midnight oil, stress, a broken heart combined with some vodka and beer, it made 3 out of 4 of us drunk; while the second time was in Clarke Quay, Singapore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JdtiAwPyYRs/TiGjUJPMDmI/AAAAAAAABBM/RQqqJbIZt3U/s320/246984_10150199427072427_661942426_6884272_5362727_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;A few days of gruesome trips made me a tired caregiver; add on with just a Long Island Ice Tea and a bottle of beer from a hot Aussie, made me and her partied hard that night.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;8. Have a change of style.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;The before and after piccies. Had the haircut sometime during my previous semester break. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WOvLNaq23yk/TiGjUUp4qEI/AAAAAAAABBU/T2Tts6plXy4/s320/110519-101256.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SjRp9uysFV8/TiGjUoJzAAI/AAAAAAAABBc/tQ_Ww0Rc7ec/s320/225378_10150182852143635_675793634_6875813_4423427_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;9. Have a group of friends you call ‘besties’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;They’re the ones I actually care a lot, through all these years. I don’t mind even if they don’t feel the same way I do, cuz that’s just the way life is. Look forward to a future with them still in my life, and see how our lives work out for each and every one of us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FecdlMyshlE/TiGkH91mwAI/AAAAAAAABBk/qkzUWZr4feU/s320/G%2Bf843.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;-&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;10. Dream high.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Not being afraid to dream, and dream high. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Dare to chase after your own dreams and don’t give a damn even if others despise you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Have at least what you plan to accomplish in the next 10 years in mind, plan and make it succeed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Be flexible, cuz life isn’t always what you expect.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;So these are the 10 things that I make sure I did before the big 2-oh arrives, how bout you?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;As what I’ve always told to those in doubts, or those who are too to listen to anything other than their own voices,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Pay more attention to the little things around you, and life will reward you with surprises when you least expect it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Think bout this, if you were to cross the road today, get hit by a car that ends your life; you proceed to the afterlife, how would you feel about the days you spent being alive? Would you regret about the things you’ve always wanted to do but never give yourself a chance to lay your hands on?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Would you be disappointed if you never spend time doing things you like instead of wasting your life for the sake of chasing papers?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Life’s short, it’s better to live for your passion.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;Phew. It’s been long since I’ve typed so much in a post, this is so tiring.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I swear if it wasn’t for those who urge me to update this, I would never, NEVER did this, so y’all better be appreciative. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-5866421732622372620?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/5866421732622372620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=5866421732622372620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/5866421732622372620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/5866421732622372620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/07/test.html' title='Top 10 List of things to do before the BIG 2-Oh.'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LogeuhfG6hw/TiGh5HwHvzI/AAAAAAAABAU/8TG4hs8Z0Ws/s72-c/110601-140443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-1967684970343810932</id><published>2011-07-08T18:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T22:51:32.609+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>'cause no one deserves this.</title><content type='html'>Life is unfair.&lt;div&gt;Anyone who has lived through at least 15 years of it should understand this statement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are times when you put in 99% of effort into something, and received less than 20% of the least fruitful result; then you turn and see the person next to you who barely puts in any effort, is enjoying the kind of result everybody is envious for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are also times when you know you strive for the best, try so hard you could cry, end up with mediocre result but still have to be very thankful as it is better than nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So where does that leave you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those who knew me well would know that I would never, ever let down my friends for all it's worth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, it's not exactly the best thing in the world cuz apparently most people doesn't give a damn about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was single for 2 months or so before I started this current relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All through the empty months, none has proposed to me nor have I accepted anybody else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I got together with him, boom, all of the sudden I started losing friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it wrong for me not to enjoy publicize about my relationship status?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is it wrong for me to still like to have friends of all gender?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who do you think you are to get all emo about my love affairs while you never stated I am more than just friends to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you know, it's even worst that you would put the blame on me and publish your scoldings in your social network page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emotion transfers, you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just because you're miserable doesn't mean you should make somebody else as miserable.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends are very important, in anybody's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the age of 20 or above, I would have expect one to be more mature at handling friendship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lovers may come and leave, but friends, should you have found some who are worthwhile, then I can reassure you that they are to stay with you for as long as you would have them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think about this, my friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you started trashing your emotions and putting blames on others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-1967684970343810932?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/1967684970343810932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=1967684970343810932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1967684970343810932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1967684970343810932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/07/cause-no-one-deserves-this.html' title='&apos;cause no one deserves this.'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-5342693501275265651</id><published>2011-07-05T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T18:19:51.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'>Liu Hui Ching</title><content type='html'>Looking forward to a food marathon with you and missed the tutti frutti moments. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-5342693501275265651?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/5342693501275265651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=5342693501275265651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/5342693501275265651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/5342693501275265651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/07/liu-hui-ching.html' title='Liu Hui Ching'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-1571290893572765904</id><published>2011-07-03T23:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T23:37:58.837+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Note of Appreciation.</title><content type='html'>Thank you for leaving me with a broken heart, for it is meant to be healed by somebody else, and unexpectedly, sooner than I would have predicted. And the worst part is, I actually pity her, 'cause you could never do anything more than what you did for me. And in the end, she's gonna end up broken, and I sincerely hope she survives.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ily, for all that it means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S Both Transformers Dark of the Moon's soundtrack and The Score, are just great. Steve Jablonsky is real good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-1571290893572765904?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/1571290893572765904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=1571290893572765904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1571290893572765904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1571290893572765904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/07/note-of-appreciation.html' title='Note of Appreciation.'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-1562402528441431369</id><published>2011-05-16T21:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T14:07:53.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gadgets'/><title type='text'>Ring-ring, VOTE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;And a gentle reminder to you kind readers, please don't vote twice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejmlK9MslUM/TdElFo1NLJI/AAAAAAAAA94/fsZoC6gVx8g/s1600/110122_155650.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejmlK9MslUM/TdElFo1NLJI/AAAAAAAAA94/fsZoC6gVx8g/s320/110122_155650.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607303789843131538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so here's the thing. I've noticed that there are actually people who still reads my blog and best still, VOTE for my poll! &lt;div&gt;And yea, I'm planning on purchasing a new cell phone, a smartphone to be exact since it's like the new pink in mobile world nowadays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as you all can see, I'm still torn between choosing a Blackberry, and a HTC phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a little pros and cons I did for both phones:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Blackberry 9780&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P - Originated from Canada, trackpad as cursor, long battery life span, good camera, 3G vid call &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C - Horizontal screen (Not so good for photo), no front-facing camera, dull apps especially themes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. HTC Incredible S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P - Looks cool with 4in. vertical screen, touch sensor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;C - Huge, no 3G vid call, short battery life span, originated from taiwan (damn!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Judging by the look of votes now, it seems like majority of you are opting for HTC; and frankly, I'm kindda rooting for HTC too with my friends' support. So, keep your votes coming in and I'll take it into my consideration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks, peeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohya, the phone above belongs to my coursemate, &lt;a href="http://miau123louis.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daryl Louis&lt;/a&gt;. It's a Samsung Wave II with perfect AMOLED crystal clear screen, gotta love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/982794564252006982-1562402528441431369?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/1562402528441431369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=1562402528441431369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1562402528441431369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1562402528441431369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/05/ring-ring-vote.html' title='Ring-ring, VOTE!'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ejmlK9MslUM/TdElFo1NLJI/AAAAAAAAA94/fsZoC6gVx8g/s72-c/110122_155650.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-4716859338118376027</id><published>2011-05-14T10:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T10:47:14.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New experience'/><title type='text'>13/5/2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QuScnpSfs/Tc3qO8GQn8I/AAAAAAAAA9w/-sT4SKkBhkY/s1600/110513_213028.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QuScnpSfs/Tc3qO8GQn8I/AAAAAAAAA9w/-sT4SKkBhkY/s320/110513_213028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606394653517586370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday the 13th, which is known as the cursed Friday for westerners. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the title for the thriller movie about a defaced keeper protecting Camp Cyrstal Lake for his love while killing the people who visits it.&lt;/div&gt;It was the last day of our final exam.&lt;div&gt;May 13 also happens to be a historical day for Malaysians considering it was the day a war broke out between races and so on, pardon me for my bad historical details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So somebody in Facebook created this event on Interracial Hook-Up Day, where people of all races are to come together, gather and celebrate our unity in anywhere anytime of the day in the country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 of us got together, 3 chinese from different parts of Malaysia, a Bidayuh from Sarawak and a Sino-Kadazan from Sabah. And somehow these braves ones managed to sneak in all the above, the booze, sparkling juice and chips for us. It was a great night after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you all for the effort. &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your celebration then?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, all it takes is a little bravery to go against the odds, a little courage to endure risks and turn it into strength that fuels you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chaoz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-4716859338118376027?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/4716859338118376027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=4716859338118376027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/4716859338118376027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/4716859338118376027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/05/1352011.html' title='13/5/2011'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b7QuScnpSfs/Tc3qO8GQn8I/AAAAAAAAA9w/-sT4SKkBhkY/s72-c/110513_213028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-2967831196822256388</id><published>2011-05-12T02:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-12T03:13:21.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music2yourEar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Music is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vb2YzWSWCnI/TcrYzlKwPgI/AAAAAAAAA9o/0omz1Bsq5Nw/s1600/110428_131440.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vb2YzWSWCnI/TcrYzlKwPgI/AAAAAAAAA9o/0omz1Bsq5Nw/s320/110428_131440.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605531066878148098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the best gifts in my life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elated.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever felt the serenity that music spreads?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The shiver down your spine when certain song is played?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm the kind of person who loves the original soundtracks of movies and dramas, with collections of over 50 ost's for the past few years, of which majority is known as 'The Score', the sort of background music you hear in movies. Vast major of movies that I watched, I ended listening to the musics instead of watching when I get bored. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of my collections, those that made the top 5 of the list and also the more recent ones are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Atticus Ross &amp;amp; Trent Reznor - The Social Network The Score&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fringe S01 The Score&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hans Zimmer - Inception&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thomas Newman - The Adjustment Bureau OST&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rachel Portman - The Lake House OST&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Euphoria.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is not just the name for a certain club by Ministry of Music in kl, but it literally means &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/euphoria?r=75&amp;amp;src=ref&amp;amp;ch=dic"&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "&gt;feeling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "&gt;happiness,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; "&gt;confidence,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;wellbeing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "&gt;exaggerated&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "&gt;pathological&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "&gt;states&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "&gt;mania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that is what music makes me feel. I swear I could be sitting in front of laptop doing nothing for hours just to listen to my collection of songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;House, Techno and Trance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently one of my friends analyzed the music vids that I &lt;i&gt;occasionally&lt;/i&gt;posted on facebook (okay busted not occasionally but frequently range up to 1 vid per day) and came to a conclusion that I like trance music. And I was like, h&lt;i&gt;uh wth is trance&lt;/i&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only then I started wiki-ing for song genres, and came to a conclusion I do like the ones mentioned above. Basically these genres are known as Electro dance songs. Daft Punk and DJ Deadmau5 probably produces the best of these genres, at least for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Back to Basics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, I love commercial songs too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, how could you not when radio stations are constantly blasting 24hours free plays of songs (Hitz, Fly and Tracks), while Youtube provides free access of HD music vids with hot dudes and gals (search for VEVO). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fine I digress when I mentioned bout hot guys but I do admit I have a soft spot for cute celebrities and it's not a sin. Like &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I chose not to state my faves in this category as it's too much to be listed down. But I do appreciate bands such as Death Cab for Cuties, Sick Puppies, Simple Plan, Lady Antebellum etc. that actually writes and plays their own song unlike someone who gains too much popularity singing songs in baby voice, &lt;i&gt;oops&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should prolly end this post here, it's time for me to get back to my notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My finals is still ongoing, with 2 more subjects to go, wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yea refer to the image above, it's actually a cute MP4 belongs to my coursemate, and I find it oddly resembles Nokia N95 mobile, weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chaoz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Song I'm currently listening to: Against The Floor - Robin Skouteris Remix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-2967831196822256388?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/2967831196822256388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=2967831196822256388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/2967831196822256388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/2967831196822256388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/05/music-is.html' title='Music is...'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vb2YzWSWCnI/TcrYzlKwPgI/AAAAAAAAA9o/0omz1Bsq5Nw/s72-c/110428_131440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-2269010763832693172</id><published>2011-05-10T08:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T08:42:23.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>One for every semester</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rOVMPBsirYA/TciHK5fdCtI/AAAAAAAAA9g/TSGUiuihPPo/s1600/110510_082348.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rOVMPBsirYA/TciHK5fdCtI/AAAAAAAAA9g/TSGUiuihPPo/s320/110510_082348.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604878357563771602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Refer &lt;a href="http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-deserve-break.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, from previous semester. Admittedly my table is less messy nowadays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oya, and the hottie on my wallpaper is Mark Salling, the hot guy Puck from Glee, who also happens to be sharing the same birthday as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itinerary for this upcoming semester break, which is starting next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Short Trip to Ipoh, Taiping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trip to Singapore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Job in Queensbay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Purchase a new phone, hopefully&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chocolate fair in PISA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hang outs, gatherings and tea with my mates!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Brush up on my counter strike skills&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another job in Sunshine Farlim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's all for the mean time, stay tuned and remember to click on the ads!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chaoz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S Vote for the phone you'll prefer me to get too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-2269010763832693172?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/2269010763832693172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=2269010763832693172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/2269010763832693172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/2269010763832693172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-for-every-semester.html' title='One for every semester'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rOVMPBsirYA/TciHK5fdCtI/AAAAAAAAA9g/TSGUiuihPPo/s72-c/110510_082348.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-8994369291048846487</id><published>2011-05-02T09:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T09:50:31.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gadgets'/><title type='text'>Dear all,</title><content type='html'>please vote for poll on y0ur right hand side (regarding mobile phone) if you happened to stumble upon this blog. Your cooperation is very much appreciated. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-8994369291048846487?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/8994369291048846487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=8994369291048846487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/8994369291048846487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/8994369291048846487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-all.html' title='Dear all,'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-3076784456195153329</id><published>2011-04-24T14:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T14:53:32.723+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New experience'/><title type='text'>Stay tuned,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uVcp9ivscQ/TbPHC6hxa_I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/wzTOUyeMn6E/s1600/110423_150314.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uVcp9ivscQ/TbPHC6hxa_I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/wzTOUyeMn6E/s320/110423_150314.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599037614636231666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;preparation before he works his magic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only cuz the broadband works bad with blogger over here. Zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s He, who will be revealed later, said that majority of his clients nowadays are students from medical field. Oops.  xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-3076784456195153329?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/3076784456195153329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=3076784456195153329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3076784456195153329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3076784456195153329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/04/stay-tuned.html' title='Stay tuned,'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4uVcp9ivscQ/TbPHC6hxa_I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/wzTOUyeMn6E/s72-c/110423_150314.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-6255607985116046437</id><published>2011-04-21T18:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T18:37:22.385+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short Talk'/><title type='text'>23/ 4/ 2011</title><content type='html'>This Saturday will be the day...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only if my broadband allows me to upload photos. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-6255607985116046437?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/6255607985116046437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=6255607985116046437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6255607985116046437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6255607985116046437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/04/23-4-2011.html' title='23/ 4/ 2011'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-6460232746317160739</id><published>2011-04-17T09:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T21:54:37.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TravelsnTours'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>All the way from...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qfCzJygM4Y4/TapCKzCgLII/AAAAAAAAA9I/4Wnpump1M3Y/s1600/110403_101845.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qfCzJygM4Y4/TapCKzCgLII/AAAAAAAAA9I/4Wnpump1M3Y/s400/110403_101845.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596358240228093058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you who are close to me, you would know that I spent the past 16 days in Kubang Kerian, Kelantan. Now I'm updating this blog in HUSM while waiting for our van driver to pick us up back to Selangor.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, 2011, has been a start of another adventurous year for me. I did a lot of things I have yet done before, and will enroll more in time. More to be updated soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see in the photo, I'm here in Hospital USM Kubang Kerian, with my coursemate Fathin for the past 2 weeks. She, and her aunt's family, as well as her family has showered me with love and grace I could never has asked for. I'm in deep gratitude for them, even if I didnt show as much emotions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Travelling far away from home can be very depressing, especially after certain occurrence that just took place in my life recently. But somehow, over here, those sorrows have been lifted. Seeing people, interacting with them (majority are my patients) was great. I was highly motivated to carry out my job here more than I expected. Hope this spirit will stay with me even until I started  working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And speaking of work. I have a lot on my mind, I'll reveal more in time. But it seems that now that I'm single and not tied with couple's responsibilities anymore, my mind is more opened than ever. There are big dreams I hope to grant but it will take a lot of time and effort. So pray hard for me if you're religious, if you're not (like me), just put hopes in me and believe that I will. Love ya all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s I have a feeling I'm gonna miss this place a lot, and perhaps even someday, I'll come back for more travelling and maybe even work here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of love from me.  &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-6460232746317160739?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/6460232746317160739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=6460232746317160739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6460232746317160739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6460232746317160739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-way-from.html' title='All the way from...'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qfCzJygM4Y4/TapCKzCgLII/AAAAAAAAA9I/4Wnpump1M3Y/s72-c/110403_101845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-7426622602543078531</id><published>2011-03-26T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T14:31:48.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>They said.</title><content type='html'>They said,&lt;br /&gt;that in order to love a person, you have to love him for what he is.&lt;br /&gt;I did, and in the process of accepting everything about you, I've lost me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said, &lt;br /&gt;if you love a person, you would die for him.&lt;br /&gt;I would jumped into rescue every time you're in trouble, but in the end I wind up hurting myself more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said,&lt;br /&gt;that letting go is never easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also said,&lt;br /&gt;if you love somebody, set them free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm doing both.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the good time we've had, I'll remember it, always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-7426622602543078531?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/7426622602543078531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=7426622602543078531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/7426622602543078531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/7426622602543078531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/03/they-said.html' title='They said.'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-2888878364292164432</id><published>2011-01-17T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T22:35:43.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How wonderful life is, now you're in the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/I0V6OFldcUs?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This song was first heard when I watch the Moulin Rounge, which appeared exciting to me cuz I've seen the place before while playing a mobile game. But somehow the movie was so distasteful it took me around 5 days to watch it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, this song, more specifically, this line stood out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of bored I clicked on a video link posted by Lisa and poof came this song, but of a different version, different genre and different artist, yet that line appeared before me again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And out of nowhere my mind drifted back to this song, again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love the lyrics very well, and not to mention it's sang by Ewan McGregor, who acted as the priest in Angels&amp;amp;Demons in case you don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Well. The boy sings well.  &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-2888878364292164432?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/2888878364292164432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=2888878364292164432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/2888878364292164432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/2888878364292164432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/01/how-wonderful-life-is-now-youre-in.html' title='How wonderful life is, now you&apos;re in the world.'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/I0V6OFldcUs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-4790816688746204130</id><published>2011-01-13T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:20:05.576+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Gasp.</title><content type='html'>My jaw dropped when I saw &lt;a href="http://www1.ap.dell.com/my/en/home/notebooks/inspiron-14r/pd.aspx?refid=inspiron-14r&amp;amp;s=dhs&amp;amp;cs=mydhs1&amp;amp;~ck=mn&amp;amp;dgc=BA&amp;amp;cid=33213&amp;amp;lid=783235&amp;amp;acd=1059562069"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div&gt;In less than a year, my current laptop that costed 2.4k, has dropped to the price of 1.9k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the price of 2.3k, I can actually get one with Intel i5 processor and a 4GB RAM, which is way better than the speck of my current lappie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And recently friends around me have bought external hard drives, that cost 150$ for 500gb and 300 for 1tb each. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I bought mine 2 years ago it was 160$ for 160gb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, what's wrong with the tech world ya?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's advancing way too fast fml. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/982794564252006982-4790816688746204130?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/4790816688746204130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=4790816688746204130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/4790816688746204130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/4790816688746204130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/01/gasp.html' title='Gasp.'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-6925085803865117817</id><published>2011-01-10T19:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:20:14.259+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Happy 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TSrz-ZAtoJI/AAAAAAAAA8s/eYW0Jy23I8o/s1600/wallppr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TSrz-ZAtoJI/AAAAAAAAA8s/eYW0Jy23I8o/s400/wallppr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560524943133614226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something to remind everyday, that no matter what happens, there are still people who can cheer me up so easily even without the intention to do so. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this marks my first post in year 2011, where my main resolution is to stay happy, and I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-6925085803865117817?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/6925085803865117817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=6925085803865117817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6925085803865117817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6925085803865117817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-2011.html' title='Happy 2011'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TSrz-ZAtoJI/AAAAAAAAA8s/eYW0Jy23I8o/s72-c/wallppr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-6525031260891165903</id><published>2010-11-15T16:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T17:40:47.729+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>I deserve a break,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TOD7ivp1VGI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/lB-0qDNxsUo/s1600/101106_113915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TOD7ivp1VGI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/lB-0qDNxsUo/s400/101106_113915.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539704115991762018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess. Free my mind from all the notes for a while. Have tonnes of things I 'plan' to do back home, can't wait! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat Pray Love now, couldn't help but to think she's abit out of her mind. Sis might like the book though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s  A scheduled post is coming up when the clock hits midnight tomorrow.  =)&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/982794564252006982-6525031260891165903?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/6525031260891165903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=6525031260891165903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6525031260891165903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6525031260891165903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-deserve-break.html' title='I deserve a break,'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TOD7ivp1VGI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/lB-0qDNxsUo/s72-c/101106_113915.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-939018165157056597</id><published>2010-11-04T07:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T07:08:42.168+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Dont let me fall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TNHrRYG8DgI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ZYOhaiZvLSE/s1600/sarolta-ban-surreal-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TNHrRYG8DgI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ZYOhaiZvLSE/s400/sarolta-ban-surreal-24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535464100776906242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that so hard? Even if it's just play pretend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-939018165157056597?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/939018165157056597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=939018165157056597' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/939018165157056597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/939018165157056597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/11/dont-let-me-fall.html' title='Dont let me fall.'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TNHrRYG8DgI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ZYOhaiZvLSE/s72-c/sarolta-ban-surreal-24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-6266949011124380459</id><published>2010-11-03T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T07:09:55.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'>I have my eyes on you, baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TNFCYjvn9uI/AAAAAAAAA8A/__HJkTYfJms/s1600/Star_Tattoo_Design.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TNFCYjvn9uI/AAAAAAAAA8A/__HJkTYfJms/s400/Star_Tattoo_Design.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535278406694336226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, stars behind the ear. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-6266949011124380459?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/6266949011124380459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=6266949011124380459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6266949011124380459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6266949011124380459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-my-eyes-on-you-baby.html' title='I have my eyes on you, baby.'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TNFCYjvn9uI/AAAAAAAAA8A/__HJkTYfJms/s72-c/Star_Tattoo_Design.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-4943221646984783849</id><published>2010-11-03T18:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T03:49:04.024+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Excuse me?</title><content type='html'>Some of these people must've missed out this &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-happenings-5.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; from not so long ago. God knows how much I hate getting a secretary post in societies, even at school level, and now it's on me again. I believe that most creatures would understand that being a secretary also means that you-are-all-in-one for every responsibility there is. And as if my dropping grades is still not humiliating enough, now I'm burdened with this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being elected is an honor, but being 'picked' as replacement, sounds more like an insult to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pardonne moi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/982794564252006982-4943221646984783849?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/4943221646984783849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=4943221646984783849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/4943221646984783849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/4943221646984783849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/11/excuse-me.html' title='Excuse me?'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-6907700927272590411</id><published>2010-10-27T04:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T17:46:36.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Most of you don't know...</title><content type='html'>that I keep my house keys, the ones that open the door to my sweet home in my school bag everyday even though it is not necessary. And I may even lost it easily. But&lt;br /&gt;I just love the noise it produces every time I try to fish something out of my bag. Of how the cold steel keys feel against my skin. And how it reminds me of how much time's left before I'll be able to head back to home.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/982794564252006982-6907700927272590411?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/6907700927272590411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=6907700927272590411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6907700927272590411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6907700927272590411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/10/most-of-you-dont-know.html' title='Most of you don&apos;t know...'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-1344383068928686910</id><published>2010-09-24T02:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T02:27:27.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irony'/><title type='text'>Good timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ya right, of all the good seasons you creatures could air these episodes *hello summer?!*, it has to be now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TJubwcSROxI/AAAAAAAAA74/1KEjx1id4BM/s400/f.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520177024801520402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fringe Season 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vampire Diaries Season 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;90210 Season 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gossip Girl Season 4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;True Blood Season 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and not to mention I'm back on track for Dollhouse Season 1&amp;amp;2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope, not in the mood for blogging at all now. I have way better things to do. Such as studying for the upcoming Formative test next week. Or at least pretend to, geez. Au revoir~&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/982794564252006982-1344383068928686910?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/1344383068928686910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=1344383068928686910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1344383068928686910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1344383068928686910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-timing.html' title='Good timing'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TJubwcSROxI/AAAAAAAAA74/1KEjx1id4BM/s72-c/f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-1948831659241531742</id><published>2010-09-01T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T00:00:05.535+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irony'/><title type='text'>Irony, we all do it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Part 1 - Go Green&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hybrid vehicles are environmentally friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hybrid vehicles are Eco friendly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hybrid vehicles are highly encourage-able.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The commoners are environmentally aware.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The commoners support Eco friendly activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The commoners are not wealthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The elites most commonly doesn't give a damn about environment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The elites support Economy activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The elites have more to offer than to accept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hybrid cars are hardly-affordable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The commoners cannot afford 'em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet they'll make a good use of 'em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The elites can fairly well afford 'em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's not for their environmental purposes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm just a commoner, a sour-graped one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/THu9EOpj8OI/AAAAAAAAA7o/45Q2bNaDBVk/s400/civic+hybrid.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 191px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511206449367478498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-1948831659241531742?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/1948831659241531742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=1948831659241531742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1948831659241531742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1948831659241531742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/08/irony.html' title='Irony, we all do it.'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/THu9EOpj8OI/AAAAAAAAA7o/45Q2bNaDBVk/s72-c/civic+hybrid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-2330433509027918766</id><published>2010-08-30T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T21:30:22.498+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Comparison</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRMGcXLWyBruLnxwiWcSimR3PjEhuFO68_aQBhPn1V6mxbmlSM&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__vg7I0bYzGYYVhuRloNYEfOZH6lA=" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Imbalance. Inequalities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In life, we often find ourselves fighting against each other, compete and trying to be best, and in the process, we lose ourselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What is it that sets off the motion of comparison in us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I used to think of blogging as a way to show off, to prove to others that I can be better than them in writing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Time passed and it became part of me such that I have forgotten its existence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so, blogging is no longer joy to me. Its more of a performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just like any other thing I did in life - drawing, dancing, vocal practices, choir, band and orchestra; it's all about the presentation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Recently, I posted &lt;a href="http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-daddy_17.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once and for all, I'm actually writing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Writing as in express, as in letting myself loose and not for a moment I thought about leaving an impression for others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I enjoyed writing it as much as I was feeling it. Not that I'm very proud of crying while typing and scaring my roommate off at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After the process, I felt, healed for the first time in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But the truth is I'll never believed that this short post has touched some people in the process, without me realizing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All these years I've been writing to impress, but none succeed,; yet for the one post I am truly myself, and I touched the people through it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Imagine my disbelief when I found out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nevertheless, something suddenly came clear before me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I write, it is for my own. It is not to flatter, nor to entertain you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm a blogger, not an author, or an actress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-2330433509027918766?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/2330433509027918766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=2330433509027918766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/2330433509027918766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/2330433509027918766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/08/comparison.html' title='Comparison'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-1601994250803551813</id><published>2010-08-24T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T02:36:08.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a little faith, sis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;everything will just be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/aZsV4R3XJKk/hqdefault.jpg)" 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term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Somebody help</title><content type='html'>me get back my focus in studying.&lt;div&gt;Or get rid of my laptop, broadband, or even put me in a jail with only books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otherwise I won't be able to maintain my grades from previous semester, and I'll be a joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please.&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/982794564252006982-6743092878624883925?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/6743092878624883925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=6743092878624883925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6743092878624883925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6743092878624883925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/08/somebody-help.html' title='Somebody help'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-7706180133102818211</id><published>2010-08-20T19:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T19:58:45.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>Nicholas...</title><content type='html'>Sparks, not the one from Sorcerer's Apprentice, Cage.&lt;div&gt;And he's an author, not actor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided to make him my third preferred author after reading a couple of his books. It started off with me browsing through Miley Cyrus' When I Look At You music vid and discovered this movie called, The Last Song, only to discover that it is actually a screen play written by&lt;a href="http://nicholassparks.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt; Nicholas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. He has published precious literature for the past few decades, which some are made school literature materials, while some ended up as famous movies. These collections include A Walk to Remember, a real old movie but with a touching story; The Notebook; and of course The Last Song. The latter, however, is actually a book written after Nick produces the screen play, as Miley is a big fan of Nick's novels. However, there's this thing I don't quite get him. If you read his autobiography, he seems to have this amazing yet exciting life stories, but his writing is just confusing. The stories he produced are nothing less than great, but the difference between books are just too much. In fact, switching from Last Song to Notebook was edgy to me, as the stories are so of different genre. And since I'm a creature of habit, I prefer an author with quite similar taste in writing, which brings me to my next favourite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daniellesteel.net/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Danielle Steel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An author who writes well need not much of a description to tell the world she's good. Her novels are just epic. Range of her favorite topics are romance, long distance relationships, marriage, affair, sexual, giving birth, miscarriage, and a lot of information about countries world wide; which we can assume she's a person who travels a lot. And thus, the cultural references she likes to insert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember my favorite part in one of her novels is that this husband and child of the deceased wife would go and hid themselves in her closet, and sniffed the scent of her perfume she left behind, just to be reminded of her every single day. Aww. And the one book that stood out from the crowd is 'The Accident'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course, she has her own flaw too. Which is, her stories appeared to be a little bit to repetitive. Trust me, if you read too much of hers, you'll be able to predict the direction of the story, and that bring me to my most admired author,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.danbrown.com/#/home"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dan Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, check out his page, it is so cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although he hasn't been writing a lot of books, but the few earlier ones have already made it to the bestseller's position, easily. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I love about his writings is his ability to merge fact and fiction, and not to mention the facts are not easy to obtain. It has to do with religions, culture and history. And then, his courage to write novels that will raise conflicts among countries, societies and even between human. And of course, despite my conscience, there's still a part in me that loves thrills, adventures, and government conspiracies *wink*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Da Vinci Code, Angels &amp;amp; Demons, Deception Point, Digital Fortress, and most recent one The Lost Symbol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me you haven't heard of at least 2 of them, and that's a shame on you. Lol. I've read all for at least twice each, whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's all from me. I think there's a part of me inside is trying to scream out loud that I haven't been reading enough nowadays. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-7706180133102818211?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/7706180133102818211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=7706180133102818211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/7706180133102818211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/7706180133102818211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/08/nicholas.html' title='Nicholas...'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-88742848745780899</id><published>2010-08-19T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T17:53:17.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Mirage</title><content type='html'>Just another scene of you can see, but you can't touch.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, this is why I love the cyber world so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With just a flick of fingers, you can turn everything on and off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hates the irony?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, you asked for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A word remains a word, until you solidify it with an action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's time to take up responsibilities for you own action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the sting, 'cause it seems so blissful to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-88742848745780899?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/88742848745780899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=88742848745780899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/88742848745780899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/88742848745780899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/08/mirage.html' title='Mirage'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-4602252952562110247</id><published>2010-08-16T17:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T02:04:28.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>The so-called early gifts...</title><content type='html'>by sis who just came back from UK couple weeks ago. As my 19th birthday's present.&lt;div&gt;And even though I'm rooting for more of Union Jack's products, these are considerably accepted lah. Zz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only thing with Union Jack's presence. Lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TGkGtucycYI/AAAAAAAAA7g/h6l9D07tnEM/s400/100814_132813.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505939402069799298" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tadaah. Original Sanrio HK container with caramel-filled-heart-shaped &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;chocolates&lt;/span&gt; in it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TGkGNIfy0YI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/8nVaLdPT7Y0/s1600/100814_132833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TGkGNIfy0YI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/8nVaLdPT7Y0/s400/100814_132833.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505938842126045570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And some toffees as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TGkF1zV4y2I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Uhlf0m4qZ3g/s1600/100814_132909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TGkF1zV4y2I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/Uhlf0m4qZ3g/s400/100814_132909.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505938441310358370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The grey bear wearing a "I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; BlingBling" shirt joins the family. From left: Hubby's HK, Joce's monkey LOVE, Sk's doggie Crippled and the still-anonymous grey bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TGkEghpkEvI/AAAAAAAAA7I/mAVRsYFkYww/s1600/100814_133357.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TGkEghpkEvI/AAAAAAAAA7I/mAVRsYFkYww/s1600/100814_133357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TGkEghpkEvI/AAAAAAAAA7I/mAVRsYFkYww/s400/100814_133357.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505936976272167666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And an original GAP tank top I have yet to try on. Duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TGkC8MsQzeI/AAAAAAAAA7A/x4TrxAPwXYM/s1600/100814_133525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TGkC8MsQzeI/AAAAAAAAA7A/x4TrxAPwXYM/s400/100814_133525.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505935252659424738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-4602252952562110247?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/4602252952562110247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=4602252952562110247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/4602252952562110247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/4602252952562110247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-called-early-gifts.html' title='The so-called early gifts...'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TGkGtucycYI/AAAAAAAAA7g/h6l9D07tnEM/s72-c/100814_132813.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-6106116085755374870</id><published>2010-08-09T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T17:23:46.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>I am. So very am. I have a huge load on my chest, yet this is not something that I can share. Soon I'm going to pass that point of no return, and I'm afraid of the worst it might bring. Dear God, please assure me that what I'm doing is right. That the history will not repeats itself. That this is not just another case like what we see in newspaper. Please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-6106116085755374870?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/6106116085755374870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=6106116085755374870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6106116085755374870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6106116085755374870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/08/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-4312219727397496299</id><published>2010-08-08T02:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T02:47:28.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Halfway done through my wishlist this month,</title><content type='html'>Yup. Finally one of the things I wanted to do on the &lt;i&gt;list&lt;/i&gt; is competed. &lt;div&gt;Yup. You see the proof. *Points below* Finally went to the heart of KL, KLCC and Pikom Pc Fair on our own, and not just silly trips by tour guides like 10 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is absolutely no special reason for this photo, I swear. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TF2oIsW3v6I/AAAAAAAAA64/ZhGDNx6Gfog/s400/100807_135654.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502739187016122274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suria KLCC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TF2nZCbsLWI/AAAAAAAAA6w/bWndoV9OLsA/s1600/100807_144515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TF2nZCbsLWI/AAAAAAAAA6w/bWndoV9OLsA/s400/100807_144515.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502738368308194658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One Malaysia - Indian, Bidayuh, Chinese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TF2nTaLfFhI/AAAAAAAAA6o/E-tVjnJVvkY/s1600/100807_144916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TF2nTaLfFhI/AAAAAAAAA6o/E-tVjnJVvkY/s400/100807_144916.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502738271603463698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this is KL Sentral, with roommie Jeya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TF2nBBNjJZI/AAAAAAAAA6g/1SEMpvP7mxQ/s1600/P07-08-10_10.45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TF2nBBNjJZI/AAAAAAAAA6g/1SEMpvP7mxQ/s400/P07-08-10_10.45.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502737955663586706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Duh. Don't ask me why I look like zombie in photos. Fever, flu, tests, assignments, presentations and troubles are the reasons. And I wondered why my eyes shrink nowadays. Zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oya. Refers to the title above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...the rest half of the wishlist is due next weekend. xD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-4312219727397496299?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/4312219727397496299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=4312219727397496299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/4312219727397496299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/4312219727397496299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/08/halfway-done-through-my-wishlist-this.html' title='Halfway done through my wishlist this month,'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TF2oIsW3v6I/AAAAAAAAA64/ZhGDNx6Gfog/s72-c/100807_135654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-6108279632172234110</id><published>2010-08-06T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T15:00:35.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>It's ironic when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;a lecturer with such a great passion and vision towards his field of work will be so resistant when it comes to a tiny conflict of an issue from a student.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The student has always looked high upon this lecturer, as he is not afraid to voice out his opinions, and expresses his thoughts&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;about Malaysia’s development in this particular field is not enough and that there is still a lot of changes can be made possible by this era. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One day, however, this student proposes that she answers his exams in English language, as all his lecture notes are in this language. This goes against his will, which is for every student to translate their knowledge into the national language of this country, apparently. He gives the student a look of disgust, frustration, and disappointment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next lesson, and as well as the following lessons, he decides to translate all his lecture slides into his language of preference. And as though trying to give a hint to the student, he gives a short speech expressing his dismay of students answering in other languages but not based on their understanding. And fair enough, the student finds him being racist to bring up a lot of his religion and culture during lessons, then only to question if the ‘Chinese’ in class are able to understand what he means.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This has crossed the thin borderline of this student’s tolerance, as he is being too obvious trying to make a point here. What says you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-6108279632172234110?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/6108279632172234110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=6108279632172234110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6108279632172234110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6108279632172234110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-ironic-when.html' title='It&apos;s ironic when...'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-3743365039767465302</id><published>2010-07-28T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T00:03:00.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extraction'/><title type='text'>ONLY for those who read and understand Mandarin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TEwocUxWkOI/AAAAAAAAA54/6KRrddgRs5g/s1600/Funny+Essay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TEwocUxWkOI/AAAAAAAAA54/6KRrddgRs5g/s400/Funny+Essay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497813712189690082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or how chinese-eds think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="body" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; "&gt;If you can't make it better, you can laugh at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/e/ermabombec121693.html" style="text-decoration: none; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;Erma Bombeck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-3743365039767465302?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/3743365039767465302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=3743365039767465302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3743365039767465302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3743365039767465302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/07/only-for-those-who-read-and-understand.html' title='ONLY for those who read and understand Mandarin'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TEwocUxWkOI/AAAAAAAAA54/6KRrddgRs5g/s72-c/Funny+Essay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-8733831074028775432</id><published>2010-07-26T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T00:30:00.465+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>感恩</title><content type='html'>It means appreciation, to be grateful of something.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many days do we wake up to the world whining about the weekday blues, instead of being grateful to God the Almighty for allowing us to be alive for just another day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many days do we go to sleep feeling down and tired about after whole day's work, instead of savoring the satisfaction of learning and succeeding something from it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many days do we complain about countless assignments and presentations from educational purposes, instead of being thankful for the lecturers who put in even more effort to teach us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many days do we blame our parents for not providing enough for our lives, instead of being understanding about their workload of balancing job and family is way harder beyond our imagination?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many days do we scream our heads off at the smallest mistakes our parents do, instead of telling them we are more than proud to be their children after all these years?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many days do we argue about where to dine in or which movie to watch with our loved one, instead of telling the other halves how much we love them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And how many days do we text our loved one with 'imu', 'ily', '4e'. instead of telling them face to face what we really feel for them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many days do we take for granted what our friends have done for us, instead of doing something that actually means something to our friends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many days do we call our besties just to complaint about our lives, instead of asking about theirs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many days do we look in the mirror and despise our beauty and looks, instead of cherishing our soul knowing that we homosapien are already better than other creatures?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If any of these rings a bell in you, you'll know its time to repent for your mistakes. Period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/982794564252006982-8733831074028775432?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/8733831074028775432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=8733831074028775432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/8733831074028775432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/8733831074028775432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='感恩'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-1191457837940380025</id><published>2010-07-25T16:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T19:43:14.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'>old habits die hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, the blogger template is back to pink again, cuz *points above*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, I admit that I'm a creature of habit, and a lil bit of OCD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is why no matter how many times I dyed my hair, it still remains copper, which is totally out of the topic we're having now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm having another few posts scheduled in the next few days. Stay tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, I've decided to post up a recent photo of mine, showing off the all-time copper hair, nothing interesting though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;  font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TEvzjDQED6I/AAAAAAAAA5o/2SnPZYblvWY/s320/G+093.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497755553629474722" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-1191457837940380025?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/1191457837940380025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=1191457837940380025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1191457837940380025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1191457837940380025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/07/old-habit-dies-hard.html' title='old habits die hard'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TEvzjDQED6I/AAAAAAAAA5o/2SnPZYblvWY/s72-c/G+093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-3003874048538398172</id><published>2010-07-24T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T19:47:47.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>It's in the air ♥ P2</title><content type='html'>Not in exact words - &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I: And if it makes u feel better to compare, I'll let u know mine. We've been texting less or slightly more than 10txts each day. and he only called me once under important matter since I'm back in kl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her: And u are okay with that? For me, I won't be satisfied with that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you love a person so much this is what you'll do. Compromise, compromise, AND compromise. Just so you wouldn't sound like a whiny demanding b**ch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But deep inside, I'm not satisfied either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-3003874048538398172?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/3003874048538398172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=3003874048538398172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3003874048538398172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3003874048538398172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-in-air-p2.html' title='It&apos;s in the air ♥ P2'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-3765781203802126533</id><published>2010-06-17T10:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T19:41:45.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Event'/><title type='text'>http://www.worldvision.com.my/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TBmIhGQ-4PI/AAAAAAAAA5g/QsS2OU31y-w/s1600/28721_393871783634_675793634_4097283_7902387_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TBmIhGQ-4PI/AAAAAAAAA5g/QsS2OU31y-w/s320/28721_393871783634_675793634_4097283_7902387_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483564123499192562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mentioned in this &lt;a href="http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2008/10/short-talk-1_13.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; earlier, long long time ago about World Vision. When most of the people don't know, World Vision is an international non-profit CHARITABLE organisation that focus on providing for the less-developed countries. And since we are appreciatively live in a developing country, that makes us able to help others. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bout two weeks ago me and sis volunteered for them, it was a Sunday I think, in Queensbay Mall concourse. Unlike the previous year that I missed due to accident recovery, this year they're giving child sponsorship a shot instead of AIDS education.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't having much of anticipation for this day as I don't like to promote and get people to sign up for anything. However, the day turned out great as it was quite enjoyable throughout the process. Instead of chasing down clients like a celcom promoter did to me sometime ago, I was actually having fun giving exposure about this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As  I mentioned earlier, World Vision is holding child sponsorship program, which with RM50 a month, you can actually provide not only to a child of options, but to his/her whole villagers, as this money will be snowballed and used to provide education, facilities and even cleaner water supply. WV has its own celebrity ambassadors in Malaysia, such as Royce, Danell Lee, Lee Shin Jiet, Nicholas Teo etc (pardon me if I wrongly spelled all those names, who gives a damn when they're celebrities?), and is responsible for holding events like Famine 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On that day we actually got at least 38 children sponsored, and thanks to you, 38 more villages around the world are going to have a better life. So what if World Vision is a Christian organisation? Love doesn't count for skin color, nationality or religion. We are all one, living organisms who depend on each other to survive. A number of people I went for are actually already sponsoring for at least 2 children, they're of different society status, married or single and loving every bit of the satisfaction. And of course, you are not paying RM50 for the rest of your life, it is only when the child is 18yo the bond is free. And you can stay in touch with your child via letters too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what's with the digression? We plead you, sponsor a child today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;P.S I apologize for the dull language, as I've been absent from both English language and blog for a long long time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-3765781203802126533?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/3765781203802126533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=3765781203802126533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3765781203802126533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3765781203802126533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/06/httpswwwworldvisioncommy.html' title='http://www.worldvision.com.my/'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TBmIhGQ-4PI/AAAAAAAAA5g/QsS2OU31y-w/s72-c/28721_393871783634_675793634_4097283_7902387_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-4503452167913102469</id><published>2010-06-09T16:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T16:34:02.421+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gadgets'/><title type='text'>Collection of 2 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Finally my baby is here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Introducing my brand new Dell Inspiron 14R in pink! Mom's gift, thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the rest of the accessories are collected from various PC Fair this 2 years, some are credited to Joce dear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TA9QD6GCtMI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/nY6020mUuDE/s1600/100609_122505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TA9QD6GCtMI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/nY6020mUuDE/s320/100609_122505.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480687299597612226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Line her side by side with sis' Compaq(yucks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TA9P5xKE7pI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/ml6lisbwPBc/s320/100609_122408.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480687125399924370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Portable cooler pad, USB hub&amp;amp;card reader, micro-mouse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TA9P5XoYu0I/AAAAAAAAA5I/qoS8pbniQXo/s1600/100609_122719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TA9P5XoYu0I/AAAAAAAAA5I/qoS8pbniQXo/s320/100609_122719.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480687118547729218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Headsets (check out the fish bone holder!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TA9P4-5YlKI/AAAAAAAAA5A/pKEfxoA4EFw/s1600/100609_123010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TA9P4-5YlKI/AAAAAAAAA5A/pKEfxoA4EFw/s320/100609_123010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480687111908136098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Backup disc, Macsonic 160gb hard disk, Kingmax Super Stick 4gb 1st edition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TA9P4dCXFtI/AAAAAAAAA44/I5d4rNCcg_k/s1600/100609_123205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TA9P4dCXFtI/AAAAAAAAA44/I5d4rNCcg_k/s320/100609_123205.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480687102818981586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Yep, I'm sucha show off, so? xDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TA9P33LwHbI/AAAAAAAAA4w/7kx1aLVI4wU/s1600/100609_153929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TA9P33LwHbI/AAAAAAAAA4w/7kx1aLVI4wU/s320/100609_153929.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480687092657823154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/982794564252006982-4503452167913102469?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/4503452167913102469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=4503452167913102469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/4503452167913102469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/4503452167913102469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/06/collection-of-2-years.html' title='Collection of 2 years'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TA9QD6GCtMI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/nY6020mUuDE/s72-c/100609_122505.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-6477786532891222360</id><published>2010-06-08T21:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T19:45:54.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>It's in the air ♥ P1</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how I can still look at him and think he's good looking, after 7 months. How can I resist you? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;P.S I'm so gonna post up photos of my new honey, Dell laptop before heading back to college, I swear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-6477786532891222360?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/6477786532891222360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=6477786532891222360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6477786532891222360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6477786532891222360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-in-air.html' title='It&apos;s in the air ♥ P1'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-3454988436875824217</id><published>2010-06-04T14:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T14:25:03.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Tiniest update</title><content type='html'>A change of template. Green. Go green, for earth. And, Occ. therapy's color. My fave contact lens shade. If you consider this an update then it is.&lt;br /&gt;Not a having a good day in practical, hope to get over it soon.&lt;br /&gt;Which is also why I'm updating this post from General Hospital, Penang. Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-3454988436875824217?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/3454988436875824217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=3454988436875824217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3454988436875824217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3454988436875824217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/06/tiniest-update.html' title='Tiniest update'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-8694029916738355037</id><published>2010-04-10T00:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T00:28:08.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slight update!</title><content type='html'>Updated the profile, if you noticed. Will redo the whole blog layout thingy once I get a new laptop. For now, I'm still stuck in the jungle studying. Chaoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-8694029916738355037?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/8694029916738355037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=8694029916738355037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/8694029916738355037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/8694029916738355037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/04/slight-update.html' title='Slight update!'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-5508503182454967590</id><published>2010-02-07T14:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T14:55:56.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Di sini langkahku bermula..</title><content type='html'>Aloha to everyone out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reporting from the lush green hilltop of Sg. Buloh, hostel KSKB, block F, 5th floor room 32 of Hui Wei, her laptop and Sharon's broadband. Nothing here is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case anybody still doesn't know about the 5W1H of me, I'll do a slight update here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Started 3 years' of Occupational Therapy course in College of Allied Health Science Sg. Buloh, under MOH's sponsor on the 1st of January.&lt;br /&gt;- Major subjects in Semester 1 include:&lt;br /&gt;OTFN Occupational Therapy Foundation studies&lt;br /&gt;OTOA Occupational Therapy Occupational Analysis&lt;br /&gt;OTAP Occupational Therapy Anatomy&amp;amp;Physiology&lt;br /&gt;OTNS Occupational Therapy Neuroscience&lt;br /&gt;OTBH Occupational Therapy Behavioural Science&lt;br /&gt;- OT Jan/2010 intake, Batch 27, 42 coursemates with only 3 pure chinese.&lt;br /&gt;- Semester 1 is completed in 6 moths, with 5 weeks of sem break and a week of clinical posting included.&lt;br /&gt;- Sungai Buloh is situated in Selangor by the way, its distance from KL is around an hour's car drive. Most of us, the students' way of transport is by KTM, LRT and Monorail to the heart of KL.&lt;br /&gt;- Although in a rural area, satelite connection here is exceptionally fine, though the college computers are all BLOCKED for safety reasons. Which is why everyone here carries a laptop with broadband.&lt;br /&gt;- Cultural Week just ended, with OT winning Choir(Champion), Group singing(Champion), Solo singing (Champion, 3rd place), Dikir Barat (Champion), Tarian Inang&amp;amp;Etnik (1st place), Best dancer, Ratu Kebaya (Champion, 3rd place) and of course, OVERALL CHAMPION. I'm in choir. xD&lt;br /&gt;- Has been here for 39days already, and am missing the good old days where luxuries are within my reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all, any more updates will be done during my chinese new year holidays. In case anyone still reads me, drop your inquiries in the chatbox and I'll reply whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-5508503182454967590?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/5508503182454967590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=5508503182454967590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/5508503182454967590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/5508503182454967590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2010/02/di-sini-langkahku-bermula.html' title='Di sini langkahku bermula..'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-4223304741193495494</id><published>2009-12-31T14:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:53:28.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged'/><title type='text'>1st time tagged by Louis</title><content type='html'>001. Real name: Karwen Koay&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s): Bi&lt;br /&gt;003. Age: 18&lt;br /&gt;004. Horoscope: Leo&lt;br /&gt;005. Male or Female: Female&lt;br /&gt;006. Elementary: SJK(C) CDK&lt;br /&gt;007. Middle School: SMJK CDK&lt;br /&gt;o08. High School: PFS&lt;br /&gt;009. College school: Sg.Buloh Allied Health Science College&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair colour: Original black&lt;br /&gt;011. Long or short: Waist length&lt;br /&gt;012. Loud or Quiet: Loud to close ones, Quiet to strangers&lt;br /&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans: Jeans&lt;br /&gt;014. Phone or Camera: Phone&lt;br /&gt;015. Health freak: -&lt;br /&gt;016. Drink or Smoke: Uhuh&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone: Currently no&lt;br /&gt;018. Eat or Drink: Eat!&lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings: 7&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos: -&lt;br /&gt;021. Social or Anti-Social: Social&lt;br /&gt;022. Right or Left: Right&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing: 15yo&lt;br /&gt;024. First relationship: Jan 07&lt;br /&gt;025. First Best Friend: 14yo&lt;br /&gt;026. First Award: Singing comp&lt;br /&gt;027. First Kiss: Hee..&lt;br /&gt;028. First Pet: Tortoise&lt;br /&gt;029. First Big Vacation: Thailand&lt;br /&gt;030. First Love at First Sight: 18yo&lt;br /&gt;031. First Big Birthday: 18yo&lt;br /&gt;032. First Surgery: 18yo&lt;br /&gt;033. First sport you joined: Badminton&lt;br /&gt;034. Orange or Apple Juice: Apple&lt;br /&gt;035. Rock or Rap: -&lt;br /&gt;036. Country or Scream: Country&lt;br /&gt;037. NSYNC or Backstreet boys: Backstreet Boys&lt;br /&gt;038. Britney spears or Christina Aguilera: C.Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;39. Night or Day: Night&lt;br /&gt;040. Sun or Moon: Moon&lt;br /&gt;41. TV or Internet: Internet&lt;br /&gt;042. PlayStation or xbox: -&lt;br /&gt;043. Kiss or hug: Both&lt;br /&gt;044. Iguana or turtle: -&lt;br /&gt;045. Spider or bee: -&lt;br /&gt;046. Fall or spring: Spring&lt;br /&gt;047. Limewire or iTunes: Frostwire, iTunes&lt;br /&gt;048. Soccer or baseball: -&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating: Candy!&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking: Anglia shandy&lt;br /&gt;051. Excitement level: Low&lt;br /&gt;052. I'm about to: take a nap before I leave Pg&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to: Splashing of water in bathroom&lt;br /&gt;054. Plan for today: See hubby one last time before I leave&lt;br /&gt;055. Waiting for: the clock to stop ticking&lt;br /&gt;056. Energy level: Low&lt;br /&gt;057. Thinking of someone: Hubby&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids: Not now&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married: Not now again&lt;br /&gt;060. When: A fixed job, good salary, and with the one's presence.&lt;br /&gt;061. How many kids do you want: 2&lt;br /&gt;062. Any name in mind: Evangeline, Calleigh&lt;br /&gt;063. What did you want to be when you were little: Nurse&lt;br /&gt;064. Careers in mind: Occupational therapist&lt;br /&gt;065. Mellow future or wild: Wild&lt;br /&gt;066. Something you would never try: Touching a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;067. When do you want to die: When I had the time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is better in the boy/girl you like (in the future)?&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or Eyes: Eyes&lt;br /&gt;069. Romantic or Funny: Both&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or Taller: Taller than moi&lt;br /&gt;071. Protective or Caring: Both&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or Spontaneous: Romantic&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice Stomach or Nice Arms: Arms&lt;br /&gt;74. Sensitive or Loud: Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;075. Hooked-up or Relationship: Relationship&lt;br /&gt;076. Trouble Maker or Hesitant: -&lt;br /&gt;077. Muscular or Normal:  Normal&lt;br /&gt;078. Kissed a stranger: No&lt;br /&gt;079. Broken a bone: Pelvic fracture&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses or contacts: Nope&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home: -&lt;br /&gt;082. Held a gun/knife for self defense: A key&lt;br /&gt;083. Killed somebody: Wth&lt;br /&gt;084. Broken someone's heart: Yep&lt;br /&gt;085. Had your heart broken: Yep&lt;br /&gt;086. Been arrested: -&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died: Nope&lt;br /&gt;088. Liked a friend more than a friend: Been there, done that&lt;br /&gt;089. Yourself: wonder y person like me would not have a good fren&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles: Yep, love happens.&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven: ?&lt;br /&gt;093. Santa Claus: Bluff&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag 5 people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Amar&lt;br /&gt;2. Siew Yen&lt;br /&gt;3. Razeen (Don't think he'll play tho)&lt;br /&gt;4. Chian Chee&lt;br /&gt;5. Sharlynn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-4223304741193495494?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/4223304741193495494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=4223304741193495494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/4223304741193495494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/4223304741193495494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/12/1st-time-tagged-by-louis.html' title='1st time tagged by Louis'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-6956980804035890800</id><published>2009-12-31T13:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:45:34.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>Year 2009 has been a year of totally new experiences for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;was involved in an accident for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;stayed in hospital for the first time and over 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;felt what it was like to lose my walking ability.&lt;br /&gt;learned about physiotherapy.&lt;br /&gt;learned to walk again.&lt;br /&gt;adapted myself in two different new schools.&lt;br /&gt;worked free lance jobs for thrice.&lt;br /&gt;meet tonnes of new friends.&lt;br /&gt;chose art stream solely based on interest but not under restrictions.&lt;br /&gt;became the top girl once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;joined Board of Prefects, lasted long and learned a lot of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;fell in and out of crushes twice.&lt;br /&gt;fell in love with the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, as I sat here and typed this, year 2009, the most magnificent year in my life, it is about to end.&lt;br /&gt;And to add salt to the wound, I'll be moving to a whole new environment without anyone close by my side by the start of next year, which is tomorrow, technically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears are swelling in my eyes now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so close to leaving all my life here in Penang , my family, loved ones, besties and friends in a matter of hours.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be certain that I made the right choice to further my studies in Selangor, that it will make the best of my future, and it is worth the sacrifices I made.&lt;br /&gt;By this time tomorrow, I'll be reporting into Sg.Buloh College of Science and hostel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46 days ago, I made one of the most selfish decision ever to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that it will be unfair to both of us, I blocked out the reality and had the best days of my life with the one I love.&lt;br /&gt;Last night as I cried my heart out in his car, he told me he never felt regret for what he said to me in Genting.&lt;br /&gt;I was too sobbed out to say this that time, but I wanna tell you now that I felt so too, and I love you. No regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell to everyone and all the best in your lives. Happy new year too.&lt;br /&gt;I won't have either the time or computers for updates in the mean time, at least for a few months, so stay tuned if u still feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;That's all, signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.Wen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-6956980804035890800?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/6956980804035890800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=6956980804035890800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6956980804035890800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6956980804035890800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/12/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-2393368771882787364</id><published>2009-12-31T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:19:18.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Education [UPDATED]</title><content type='html'>I have no sense of time nowadays, as to staying up late yet still not feeling a thing. I think somehow the climate is affecting us Malaysians. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. No wonder friends are taking off to other countries - Hong Kong, Singapore, Vietnam etc. And so, something to freshen up the blog, just so I can keep it up to date from time to time. Speaking of which, I need no people to shoot me an incredulous look for putting false hope in these educational plans of mine. Just something to keep my hopes up. Three out, three to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;s&gt;Matriculation - Accounting&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A side note, A.K got in Johor Matriculation College, proudy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;s&gt;Teacher's Training (KPLSPM)&lt;br /&gt;- TESL (Secondary school): English, Social Science/Music&lt;br /&gt;- Shortlisted candidate's list should be out by 15/4, but delayed to 21/4.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Somehow I feel sour-graped when someone with worst result than mine got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. SPA's Semi Medical Course for Diploma (Separa Perubatan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;- Medical imaging &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Occupational therapy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;- Physiotherapy &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Went for interview on 27/10 and officially received approval on 7/12. Starting course on 1st of January 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;s&gt;Anesthetic Assistant (Gleaneagles Hospital Kuala Lumpur)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Well, totally no idea on anything, especially the reason I applied for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;s&gt;Sponsorship Diploma Program (University Malaya)&lt;br /&gt;- Diploma in Radiography&lt;br /&gt;- Diploma in Medical Laboratory Technology&lt;br /&gt;- Diploma in Nursing&lt;br /&gt;- Shortlisted candidate's list should be out by 21/4, but delayed to 28/4.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wth, again?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Form 6&lt;br /&gt;- MBS&lt;br /&gt;- PFS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S (17/4) I'm making a primary social appearance as in debutante, no. Well, am going to hang out, like for the first time in 5 months?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-2393368771882787364?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/2393368771882787364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=2393368771882787364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/2393368771882787364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/2393368771882787364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/04/education.html' title='Education [UPDATED]'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-6729433933771628416</id><published>2009-12-16T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:55:51.418+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Biggest joke of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SyjKN7Vc5fI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-bpe4ybAl1s/s1600-h/091216_004355.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SyjKN7Vc5fI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-bpe4ybAl1s/s320/091216_004355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415800892527797746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SyjKNnO-v-I/AAAAAAAAA4U/t2O_j3D7ySA/s1600-h/091216_004441.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SyjKNnO-v-I/AAAAAAAAA4U/t2O_j3D7ySA/s320/091216_004441.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415800887131946978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. If you know what this means...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-6729433933771628416?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/6729433933771628416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=6729433933771628416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6729433933771628416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6729433933771628416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/12/biggest-joke-of-year.html' title='Biggest joke of the year'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SyjKN7Vc5fI/AAAAAAAAA4c/-bpe4ybAl1s/s72-c/091216_004355.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-2901221955797939046</id><published>2009-11-15T18:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T19:04:06.394+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extraction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>For him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the blink of an eye, it's just another day&lt;br /&gt;Telling me why, I'll find another way&lt;br /&gt;Got this feeling, got me reeling&lt;br /&gt;I can almost start believing&lt;br /&gt;Now there's me and you&lt;br /&gt;And we are not alone&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;We are together now&lt;br /&gt;Through my window, I can see there's&lt;br /&gt;More than you and more than me&lt;br /&gt;Me and you&lt;br /&gt;And we are not alone&lt;br /&gt;Different view&lt;br /&gt;We are together now&lt;br /&gt;Through my window, I can see&lt;br /&gt;Our wildest dreams could be so real&lt;br /&gt;I see a spark, it starts a fire&lt;br /&gt;Is this the one worth waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;Thought that I could do it without you&lt;br /&gt;Cant exist like this anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adapted from lyrics of Through My Window, by Bunkface.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;infamous&lt;/span&gt; song that is constantly heard from radio or television commercial, by &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" href="http://www.everyoneconnects.net/site/mainpage1.aspx"&gt;TM&lt;/a&gt;. The thing is, I've always thought it's by some international bands like the All-American Rejects or Greenday. Boy was I surprised when I knew it's from Bunkface. Their made-famous song Silly Lily was not bad a hit actually, but to accomplish this, they're definitely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;. Love, love, love this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;And as for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Siew Yen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;, if you see this, please grant me access to your privatized blog, will you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-2901221955797939046?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/2901221955797939046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=2901221955797939046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/2901221955797939046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/2901221955797939046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-him.html' title='For him.'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-2993597364259472077</id><published>2009-11-14T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T20:10:17.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'>This is mine..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Nissan Sylphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Sv6WnZ8M7-I/AAAAAAAAA4M/XGB9QJ_5cac/s1600-h/nissan-sylphy-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 195px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Sv6WnZ8M7-I/AAAAAAAAA4M/XGB9QJ_5cac/s320/nissan-sylphy-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403922206613630946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loves the name, the contour. Prefer the white one, but copper blue looks fine too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Honda Civic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Sv6WnKiRacI/AAAAAAAAA4E/xNfL8dJ8AZo/s1600-h/honda+civic.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/_fqB_shzSll8/Sv6WnKiRacI/AAAAAAAAA4E/xNfL8dJ8AZo/s320/honda+civic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403922202478340546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seen plenty of this during backgate duty. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Peugeot 308&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Sv6WmhNw-fI/AAAAAAAAA38/lN_l3G07qb0/s1600-h/2008+Peugeot+308+Touring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Sv6WmhNw-fI/AAAAAAAAA38/lN_l3G07qb0/s320/2008+Peugeot+308+Touring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403922191386474994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Usually not a big fan of huge capacity cars, but this is so cool, especially the rear lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and ultimately my fave, as always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;VW New Beetle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Sv6WmU50boI/AAAAAAAAA30/XVFd2dMqfLs/s1600-h/vw+new+beetke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Sv6WmU50boI/AAAAAAAAA30/XVFd2dMqfLs/s320/vw+new+beetke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403922188081589890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A teacher of my school used to drive this, and hers was in olive green &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*cough hideous cough*&lt;/span&gt;. Love it in red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you live in an area where Chevrolet, Mazda, Honda, Perodua, Volvo and many other car retailers are in sight. I admit I don't know much about cars though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yea, the blog is left to rot, for the owner was having finals, not to mention the desktop only opens up whenever it wants. Want to ask for more? Get the owner a new Toshiba Mini NB200 in silky pink. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-2993597364259472077?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/2993597364259472077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=2993597364259472077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/2993597364259472077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/2993597364259472077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-mine.html' title='This is mine..'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Sv6WnZ8M7-I/AAAAAAAAA4M/XGB9QJ_5cac/s72-c/nissan-sylphy-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-4545944122438449973</id><published>2009-10-08T20:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T20:21:07.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prefectship - B.O.P'/><title type='text'>Imperfection</title><content type='html'>Still remember &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/04/education.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; from a few months back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Ss3WH2yUtuI/AAAAAAAAA3s/5mLUjiJanAQ/s1600-h/091008_190037.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/_fqB_shzSll8/Ss3WH2yUtuI/AAAAAAAAA3s/5mLUjiJanAQ/s320/091008_190037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390199759486367458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago, if I were to receive this, I would be happily ignoring the letter.&lt;br /&gt;Today, I feel that this might just be the perfect getaway.&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to be racist, but knowing how rare the chances are for Chinese to receive an interview letter, I think I'm gonna attend it, who knows I might escape from what I'm trying to, just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things in the board are not getting well, at least to me.&lt;br /&gt;Apart from getting constant false accusations, blame, hatred and grudge, one of my fave seniors just quit.&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of trying to be the responsible one, when the rest of the irresponsible ones are all trying to knock you down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In mood to listen to: Secondhand Serenade - Your Call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-4545944122438449973?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/4545944122438449973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=4545944122438449973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/4545944122438449973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/4545944122438449973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/10/imperfections.html' title='Imperfection'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Ss3WH2yUtuI/AAAAAAAAA3s/5mLUjiJanAQ/s72-c/091008_190037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-1581263827909473838</id><published>2009-09-30T22:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T15:00:16.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Extraction'/><title type='text'>Redemption</title><content type='html'>Human beings must love something, and, in the dearth of worthier objects affection, I contrived to find a pleasure in loving and cherishing a faded graven memory, of which it is far beyond my reach. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-1581263827909473838?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/1581263827909473838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=1581263827909473838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1581263827909473838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1581263827909473838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-pen-might-be-mightier-than-sword.html' title='Redemption'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-3698395521882114049</id><published>2009-09-30T01:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T01:21:06.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'>It's official:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;90210, Season 2&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl, Season 3&lt;br /&gt;Fringe, Season 2&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill, Season 7&lt;br /&gt;Heroes, Season 4&lt;br /&gt;Dollhouse, Season 1&amp;amp;2&lt;br /&gt;The Secret Life of the American Teenager, Season 2&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dead, so so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pick at least 3 that you've watched before, and you're just another major drama-addict like me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-3698395521882114049?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/3698395521882114049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=3698395521882114049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3698395521882114049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3698395521882114049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official:'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-5370818623685011827</id><published>2009-09-29T00:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:41:58.659+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prefectship - B.O.P'/><title type='text'>Psst!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;_ N S T _ L L _ T _ _ N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;is coming soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hint: Fill in the blanks with vowels.&lt;br /&gt;And you know what it means, RECOGNITION!&lt;br /&gt;Woot!&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/982794564252006982-5370818623685011827?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/5370818623685011827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=5370818623685011827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/5370818623685011827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/5370818623685011827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/09/psst.html' title='Psst!'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-5978397503041701392</id><published>2009-09-27T15:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:36:19.839+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'>When talking is overrated, you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Sr8RCMaac1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/nPhJxtP6ZgU/s1600-h/090924_142452.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/_fqB_shzSll8/Sr8RCMaac1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/nPhJxtP6ZgU/s320/090924_142452.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386042408747823954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Sr8RBuDOEeI/AAAAAAAAA3c/1nPQE7ogqj0/s1600-h/090924_142304.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/_fqB_shzSll8/Sr8RBuDOEeI/AAAAAAAAA3c/1nPQE7ogqj0/s320/090924_142304.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386042400597479906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥ my lashes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is a scene from One Tree Hill, I would say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh, just shut up and kiss me, you fool."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Nothing obscene, just a matter of angle, I assure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened these days, but I do have some embarrassing occurrences to share though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Am not much of a fan when it comes to buying movie tickets, and I've always avoided it well. Went to watch 'The Ugly Truth' that day, he was taking a call so I bought the tickets on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my own&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; time. The attendant popped the question, "The movie is for 18yo or above, are you sure you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; watch this? Please show me your IC." Hello, your girl is like legally 18 for at least a month okay?! He returned and witnessed the whole thing, and wouldn't stop laughing about it until today. Bumped into the attendant again later upon entry, he asked the attendant again if he would like to check my IC again, geez. Not to mention the attendant told the joke to another one when we were leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Watched 'Where Got Ghost' and jumped at the sight of a freaking huge lady ghost, and guess who was closely beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Wasn't paying much attention to my surrounding as I was busy texting. Walked my way to his car and waited, and waited. And from like 4 cars ahead, he was smirking while asking me who was I waiting for? I'm bad at recognizing cars, right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-5978397503041701392?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/5978397503041701392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=5978397503041701392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/5978397503041701392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/5978397503041701392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/09/when-talking-is-overrated-you.html' title='When talking is overrated, you...'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Sr8RCMaac1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/nPhJxtP6ZgU/s72-c/090924_142452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-7387039116800519464</id><published>2009-09-27T15:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:12:16.907+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>chocolate mint #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; One step forward and two steps back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No matter what I do you're always mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I can't change your mind, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trying to turn around on a one way street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can't give you what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And it's killing me and I, I'm starting to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maybe we're not meant to be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adapted from lyrics of Not Meant To Be, by Theory Of A Deadman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't stop what's not even started.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, in the distant future I might start doing cm posts again, but definitely not now. IOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;D&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-7387039116800519464?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/7387039116800519464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=7387039116800519464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/7387039116800519464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/7387039116800519464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/09/chocolate-mint-6.html' title='chocolate mint #6'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-6241721799283710611</id><published>2009-09-15T19:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T00:33:45.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><title type='text'>AmAssurance</title><content type='html'>This post was supposed to be up for long, but I digressed:&lt;br /&gt;i. Laziness due to homework overload&lt;br /&gt;ii. Privacy issues regarding unwanted individual reading my blog (Hint: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Digi Quack&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;iii. Was trying to resuscitate my PC for the past few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for free-lancing during the one-week holidays. Sam was hosting Am insurance's event and needed Event Coordinators, so I got the job. Working with insurance agents was not on top of my list, yet I have to admit I did learn something from this. The job was rather easy, which we packed goodie bags for 2hours on the first night, and registered guesses and gave out goodie bags to them. Life is all about experience, and this one is defitnitely enriching. I learnt that being an Event Planner/Manager is no easy career, yet it is fun! You get to socialize, to know a lot of people and definitely bring out the creative side in you, of course, being ahead of others, punctual and quick-thinking helps too. I wouldn't mind to pursue that as future career, actually. And regarding the pay, I quote, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need the bucks to pay for next year's prefect blazer.&lt;/span&gt;" Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was having major &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;eye infection&lt;/span&gt; that morning, but I insisted on wearing my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;lenses&lt;/span&gt;. so there you are, the christmas-effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Sq91mptcIBI/AAAAAAAAA3U/847PRZc2I94/s1600-h/090829_072125.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/_fqB_shzSll8/Sq91mptcIBI/AAAAAAAAA3U/847PRZc2I94/s320/090829_072125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381649386622951442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vanity. Couldn't help it when toilets and mirrors are present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Sq91mI1Q5sI/AAAAAAAAA3M/nxgE2uFa6Bc/s1600-h/090829_081220.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/_fqB_shzSll8/Sq91mI1Q5sI/AAAAAAAAA3M/nxgE2uFa6Bc/s320/090829_081220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381649377797400258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May I help you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Sq91ljX2DdI/AAAAAAAAA3E/-rrzNMN7rcA/s1600-h/090829_152839.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/_fqB_shzSll8/Sq91ljX2DdI/AAAAAAAAA3E/-rrzNMN7rcA/s320/090829_152839.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381649367741894098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My partners for the event. The middle one is Ms. Teh from the agency; Right one is Karen, an ex-medic student who gave up her studies in Moscow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Sq91lBhkJTI/AAAAAAAAA28/m1pmvljjZdI/s1600-h/DSC00301_00.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/_fqB_shzSll8/Sq91lBhkJTI/AAAAAAAAA28/m1pmvljjZdI/s320/DSC00301_00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381649358655857970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nicely decorated entrance by Sam, and the 3 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slightly-over-150cm-height&lt;/span&gt; girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Sq90Vi4P8mI/AAAAAAAAA20/NGzU27eyt34/s1600-h/DSC00361.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/_fqB_shzSll8/Sq90Vi4P8mI/AAAAAAAAA20/NGzU27eyt34/s320/DSC00361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381647993219838562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-6241721799283710611?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/6241721799283710611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=6241721799283710611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6241721799283710611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6241721799283710611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/09/amassurance.html' title='AmAssurance'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Sq91mptcIBI/AAAAAAAAA3U/847PRZc2I94/s72-c/090829_072125.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-1363090456126354352</id><published>2009-08-24T01:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:35:31.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prefectship - B.O.P'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Randomies - Out of order</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Update: Just deleted a photo and replaced with a another one. Just in case, you know, I quote 'Respect is to be earned'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will do anything for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had a heart to heart 'text' with bestie for the past 1 hour. I really love her very much, to bits maybe, despite the times she 'neglected' me upon entering college, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. But that's not the point. Somehow there's a part of me who wish that I can make her grow up, and learn how to act like an adult -  taking full responsibility of her actions when it comes to a relationship. I promised myself that I would never judge her,but every time she ends a r-ship with a guy I couldn't stop myself from pitying the poor fella, when she can be out, apathetic and all. And the part where she came asking for advices afterward just makes me furious. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;. I wanted the best for her, yet is it fair for the guy too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You said it was 'nice to talk this thing' to me tonight, yet why you never counseled me in the beginning before you decide anything? In fact I was the last to know. Please bear in mind the promises you made to me as well as for yourself tonight.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Birthday was fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never look forward to this day actually.&lt;br /&gt;Kayethiria announced-out-loud that it was my bday to the whole class and they sang me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; song. Embarrassing case one. H.Soon put me through a scare that I did something wrong and had to face the music, only to find that I walked into BOP room with perms and temps singing the song to me, again. Case two. Unexpected gift from a classmate - a necklace with my initial K on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The week before holiday sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend for 11 years or more quit prefectship and refused to tell me why. Plus I was like the last person on earth to know about it, when classmates were all well-informed already. Almost everyone questioned me for the reason, and when I said I dunno, people gave me this sort of expression, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. As if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;, I would know out of nowhere?&lt;br /&gt;I swear that I was an inch away from breaking down. The last time I broke down was a year ago when I slashed myself with a penknife. This time, it's just a tiny scratch on the wrist, no bleeding, nothing. Speaking of that, do you know that body parts like shoulders and wrists heal faster than other body parts? This is because the blood circulation are richer there, so scars are likely to heal better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's an art's thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I've been busy mass-producing chocolates to be sold at school. Estimated 100 chocs in 2 days. And this is my favourite batch as I totally love the oh-so-cute emoticons! Tell me that you don't love it. To Siew Yen: Yes, I did sqeeze all the white choc icing onto the dark chocs from a plastic bag, as for the white ones, I drew everything using a toothpick, nice ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S  I attend to special orders too. Drop me a message if you wanna request anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SpFypsj0ydI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/njQWQy94YD4/s1600-h/090820_225023.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SpFypsj0ydI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/njQWQy94YD4/s320/090820_225023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373201891091335634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-1363090456126354352?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/1363090456126354352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=1363090456126354352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1363090456126354352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1363090456126354352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/08/randomies-out-of-order.html' title='Randomies - Out of order'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SpFypsj0ydI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/njQWQy94YD4/s72-c/090820_225023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-8523934862945003526</id><published>2009-08-09T00:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T19:32:11.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue&amp;White</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exactly how many blue-white things can one owns at once?&lt;/span&gt; These are my collections. Not particularly a fan of blue, but I just can't seem to stop myself from picking blue out of every other color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Sn2uJaLwSgI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/h9Zv6dXATqY/s1600-h/090806_222736.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/_fqB_shzSll8/Sn2uJaLwSgI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/h9Zv6dXATqY/s320/090806_222736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367637807566178818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School stuff from Prefect's Log to specs to 3 purses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Sn2uJFsB9yI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Y_82zrEhscw/s1600-h/090806_222327.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/_fqB_shzSll8/Sn2uJFsB9yI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Y_82zrEhscw/s320/090806_222327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367637802064410402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beauty products such as foundation and contact lens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Sn2uIzqSdwI/AAAAAAAAA2A/qzxgz2kTKzs/s1600-h/090806_223255.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/_fqB_shzSll8/Sn2uIzqSdwI/AAAAAAAAA2A/qzxgz2kTKzs/s320/090806_223255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367637797225264898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;School bag and files!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everything is finally over!&lt;/span&gt; For the past week all of us stayed back until 5 or 6pm everyday for sketch practice. The practice was not perfect, yet I think everyone tried their best. It was insulting when someone mentioned that we don't know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what is unity&lt;/span&gt;. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;The sketch was awesome with Rifaie's presence. I overcame my fears and sang in public too. Was supposed to sing the whole song yet have to cut it short to 20seconds and without music. I lost my voice straight after the performance. Exhausted, sick with flu and ulcers, yet I'm proud of how everything turned out, I hope everybody else thinks so too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SpJ6AEiGYfI/AAAAAAAAA2s/CcnqIj2v9YE/s1600-h/P8070445.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SpJ6AEiGYfI/AAAAAAAAA2s/CcnqIj2v9YE/s320/P8070445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373491447041778162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E.M and me at my place preparing for the dinner. Coincidentally, we're wearing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;white&lt;/span&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/982794564252006982-8523934862945003526?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/8523934862945003526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=8523934862945003526' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/8523934862945003526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/8523934862945003526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/08/blue.html' title='Blue&amp;White'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Sn2uJaLwSgI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/h9Zv6dXATqY/s72-c/090806_222736.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-7703255334749989170</id><published>2009-08-01T00:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T12:05:39.550+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prefectship - B.O.P'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Random Happenings #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SnMpqbhBQPI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/8-EYr6EW2qg/s1600-h/DSC00135.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SnMpqbhBQPI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/8-EYr6EW2qg/s320/DSC00135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364677390045888754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;With Louis, friends since 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from a night out to Sunset Bistro. It was great. I had so much fun. The food was okay. Ordered a cocktail 'Sex On The Beach' after eavesdropping on S.Yen's conversation the other day. Met &lt;a href="http://ominouslyyours.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yuh Ting&lt;/a&gt; and the bf there too, don't think they recognize me in the dark though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;Heard some heart-breaking news in B.O.P today.&lt;br /&gt;- Ashikin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sayang&lt;/span&gt; that is got accepted for Polytechnic's I.T course next year, got into early July's intake and today's her last day. All the girls are gone, with only 4 left. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;- Amar, the very sweet-helpful guy is losing his left ear's sense of hearing slowly after being shot with a water gun during O.G. He had a medical check up today and received the terrible news. I've never seen him being sad or angry before, yet today his eyes are bloodshot red. :'( Whenever you need help, B.O.P will be there kay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;Pissed of whenever I hear the word 'Secretary' from now onwards.&lt;br /&gt;- Was a secretary of PKS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Almost-secretary of YE Club until I declined.&lt;br /&gt;- Secretary of B.O.P batch 09/10.&lt;br /&gt;- Secretary of Cheeseman.&lt;br /&gt;- Secretary candidate of Choir Club.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-7703255334749989170?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/7703255334749989170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=7703255334749989170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/7703255334749989170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/7703255334749989170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-happenings-5.html' title='Random Happenings #5'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SnMpqbhBQPI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/8-EYr6EW2qg/s72-c/DSC00135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-1012275835597691945</id><published>2009-07-30T00:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:47:18.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prefectship - B.O.P'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Four for One!</title><content type='html'>1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m just a little bit caught in the middle&lt;br /&gt;Life is a maze and love is a riddle&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where to go&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do it alone I’ve tried&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a little girl lost in the moment&lt;br /&gt;I’m so scared but don’t show it&lt;br /&gt;I can’t figure it out&lt;br /&gt;It’s bringing me down I know&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got to let it go&lt;br /&gt;And just enjoy The Show &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song has been stuck inside my head for days. My call, message and even alarm ringtone are all set in Lenka's. And I kept singing it to EM's ears. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Die&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;I call it, Post-Exam Mood Swings. Extreme happiness and sadness that swarm all at one. Can be all hyped-up like having too high of blood glucose, or cried my eyes out like lacking caffeine in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SnB2vBp2vAI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Hai_zBU2wFA/s1600-h/090727_062038i.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SnB2vBp2vAI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Hai_zBU2wFA/s320/090727_062038i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363917706468178946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My ex-schoolmates slash prefects are going to laugh their jaw off looking at me now. Looking back at those secondary school days, I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; ultimate rule breaker:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When the school forbided us to extra pierce our ears, I pierced mine seven times.&lt;br /&gt;= Now, only 3 piercings left.&lt;br /&gt;- Only ear pricks are allowed in school. I wore fancy earrings on every piercing.&lt;br /&gt;= Now, like I even care about my ears?&lt;br /&gt;- PKS received our fair-share of freaking hideous &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; ties that had to be put on everyday. I wore mine for the first week, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;= Currently, I'm loving the PFS blue-white tie. Is it a coincidence that my fave color is the school color?&lt;br /&gt;- JinPei used to nag me for my long bangs, side bangs and locks covering 3 quarter of my face.&lt;br /&gt;= *Points above* The super nerdy look with pins. I'm using &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pins&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gel&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eew&lt;/span&gt;. Support fringe-less for better sight.&lt;br /&gt;- Only clear contacts are allowed. I wore tainted multi-color ones everyday.&lt;br /&gt;= Boring. I'm wearing glasses in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for my overly-early birthday bash stroke Amy's gathering is on Friday! Sunset Bistro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter, two tequila shots please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oya, the big day is supposedly on the 17th, but Amy is leaving on Saturday, so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-1012275835597691945?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/1012275835597691945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=1012275835597691945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1012275835597691945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1012275835597691945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/07/four-for-one.html' title='Four for One!'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SnB2vBp2vAI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Hai_zBU2wFA/s72-c/090727_062038i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-3994409752832630895</id><published>2009-07-30T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:15:36.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>chocolate mint #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am trying&lt;br /&gt;Not to tell you&lt;br /&gt;But I want to&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared of what you'll say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm hiding what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tired of&lt;br /&gt;Holding this inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending all my time&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about ya&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;And now I found ya&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adapted from lyrics of Fallin' For You, by Colbie Caillat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not to possess, but feeling the soothing comfort of his presence, flows of care and sincerity from his words, is more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing the days of you by my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bedside&lt;/span&gt;, of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;magazines&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oreo cheesecake&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; dear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-3994409752832630895?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/3994409752832630895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=3994409752832630895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3994409752832630895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3994409752832630895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/07/chocolate-mint-5.html' title='chocolate mint #5'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-8939742595773538720</id><published>2009-07-25T23:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:11:48.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Colour-Me-Red/Silver/Pink</title><content type='html'>Here are a few things that I've been craving for, like since 2 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;Priority according to number's order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SmsoT18tbSI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Zv5mLgENUNo/s1600-h/Canon+powershot+e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SmsoT18tbSI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Zv5mLgENUNo/s320/Canon+powershot+e1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362424102679047458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Canon Powershot E1. Have you ever seen such a cute-compact-colorful digital camera?! Especially the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; one, me love! I heard they cost around RM700 per piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SmsoTiOG1AI/AAAAAAAAA04/o4vhCAi92w0/s1600-h/Dkny+Be+Delicious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SmsoTiOG1AI/AAAAAAAAA04/o4vhCAi92w0/s320/Dkny+Be+Delicious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362424097383306242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DKNY Be Delicious Perfume. Preference sequence: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Green Apple&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; Apple Blossom&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red Apple&lt;/span&gt;. Now this is irresistible. Love the casing and the scent! RM280 - RM300.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Smsnw996AZI/AAAAAAAAA0w/610hNwyLuFc/s1600-h/Iphone+3gs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Smsnw996AZI/AAAAAAAAA0w/610hNwyLuFc/s320/Iphone+3gs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362423503536128402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Iphone 3GS. The newer version of iphone. 3G with better speed. And I even found this one in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; casing. Heard that there are some defeciencies though, but who cares when it only cost RM600?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SmsnwhgoCaI/AAAAAAAAA0o/NP6xJyIJGtw/s1600-h/Dress+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SmsnwhgoCaI/AAAAAAAAA0o/NP6xJyIJGtw/s320/Dress+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362423495897123234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SmsnwGdVEdI/AAAAAAAAA0g/s2DmYW7Tj-0/s1600-h/dress+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SmsnwGdVEdI/AAAAAAAAA0g/s2DmYW7Tj-0/s320/dress+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362423488635539922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ankle-length dress. Not sure if my 5.1ft height can flaunt the 140cm long dress, but I really love it! Stunning especially the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;reddish-black&lt;/span&gt; one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SmsnvyOedKI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/n3BEptgv2SM/s1600-h/Silver+heels.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SmsnvyOedKI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/n3BEptgv2SM/s320/Silver+heels.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362423483204531362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Silver evening heels. In need of a pair for BOP O.Dinner and MBS O.Ball! Spotted a few pair of my faves but cost around RM80 to RM120 per pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SmsnvoZhAbI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/LVSKfMAj4pg/s1600-h/Silver+clutch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SmsnvoZhAbI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/LVSKfMAj4pg/s320/Silver+clutch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362423480566481330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Silver clutch. No specified reason. I just don't know where to get one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-8939742595773538720?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/8939742595773538720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=8939742595773538720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/8939742595773538720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/8939742595773538720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/07/colour-me-redsilverpink.html' title='Colour-Me-Red/Silver/Pink'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SmsoT18tbSI/AAAAAAAAA1A/Zv5mLgENUNo/s72-c/Canon+powershot+e1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-9025885822722904323</id><published>2009-07-23T23:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T01:32:26.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prefectship - B.O.P'/><title type='text'>Random Happenings #3</title><content type='html'>1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SmiGN5gNqzI/AAAAAAAAA0I/7ikV99aql1Y/s1600-h/bop+og.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SmiGN5gNqzI/AAAAAAAAA0I/7ikV99aql1Y/s320/bop+og.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361682929716931378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Talk about the embarrassing moments during Orientation Game, *points above*. I like this pic though. Look for Gouthaam in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; and some perms at the background. Me and Ashikin &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sayang&lt;/span&gt; were all soaked and having a hell lot of fun! She loves to regard me as 'Rapunzel' all the time referring to my long hair.  I'm going to miss her so much when she's leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;Promoted as the Secretary of B.O.P for 09/10 batch! *Jumps in joy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S Best poems written by a classmate,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.danielfoojournal.blogspot.com/?zx=c1603c291a2093c3"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, and he's taken btw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-9025885822722904323?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/9025885822722904323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=9025885822722904323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/9025885822722904323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/9025885822722904323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-happenings-3.html' title='Random Happenings #3'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SmiGN5gNqzI/AAAAAAAAA0I/7ikV99aql1Y/s72-c/bop+og.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-3587348290837298572</id><published>2009-07-22T22:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:46:11.928+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>Random Happenings #2</title><content type='html'>I don't want to keep smiling when I'm bleeding inside.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, why I am I even living my life for someone else?&lt;br /&gt;I can be fragile and easily breakable too, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are hard to please indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Who are we to judge others when we ourselves are not good enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-3587348290837298572?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/3587348290837298572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=3587348290837298572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3587348290837298572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3587348290837298572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-happenings-2.html' title='Random Happenings #2'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-1401613527257571330</id><published>2009-07-19T17:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T01:36:37.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Random Happenings #1</title><content type='html'>It takes beyond courage to go interracial and against age gap - younger guy to older girl, when it comes to a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-1401613527257571330?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/1401613527257571330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=1401613527257571330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1401613527257571330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1401613527257571330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-happenings-1.html' title='Random Happenings #1'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-7345351047265880772</id><published>2009-07-03T15:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:42:09.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='.'/><title type='text'>PFS Part 2</title><content type='html'>I've been in Frees for almost 3 weeks, can you believe it?!&lt;br /&gt;Everything has been awesome, and I'm adapting kindda well I guess.&lt;br /&gt;The school is big ass huge, definitely good for health especially for us who walk around constantly, the field is like a meadow, and even the library has its own 2-floor building!&lt;br /&gt;And of course, having McD exactly opposite the school is another one of its perks, and I've been there for like, 4 times a week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Class&lt;/span&gt;, Building H - 4th floor, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wth&lt;/span&gt;, I get cramps from climbing it at least thrice a day. Classmates, they're hilarious good people *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cough&lt;/span&gt; Mel Affiz Alex &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cough&lt;/span&gt;*,  but I do miss my MBS friends lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Subjects&lt;/span&gt;, I'm taking English Lierature, Econs, PP and PA. Literature is not easy at all, I get tension all the time in Marline's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;, plenty. This proves me friendly even in super-new environment! And not to mention you're actually getting more respects and friends from being a prefect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Language&lt;/span&gt;, preferably English and BM. And recently more and more are speaking English to me, me love! Ocassionaly E.M and I will speak in Mandarin, and we're affecting others around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Enrollment&lt;/span&gt;, I joined Board of Prefects (BOP), Red Crescent Society, and Choir. These are the ones I'll definitely be active in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BOP&lt;/span&gt;, one I joined for the sake of my future in real world. Totally different from that of CDK, as the Old Frees tradition already speaks for itself. Strict, stern, efficient, that's what I think of it. Oath, Log, meetings, heirachy, traditions, rules, fines, definitely not fun but worthwhile. Cute prefects, plenty. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cheesy smiles&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's happening really caught me off guard I must say. It's CONFIDENTIAL though. What kind of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dousche bag&lt;/span&gt; will want old pendrives nowadays? You can easily get a 2GB branded Kingston one for like, 20 bucks? Seriously, I almost laugh my ass off &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-7345351047265880772?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/7345351047265880772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=7345351047265880772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/7345351047265880772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/7345351047265880772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/07/pfs-part-2.html' title='PFS Part 2'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-436068668034063970</id><published>2009-06-09T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:25:37.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*smirks* Finally! I'm being featured. Over &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://louis-chan-eng-siang.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-436068668034063970?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/436068668034063970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=436068668034063970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/436068668034063970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/436068668034063970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/06/smirks-finally-im-being-featured.html' title=''/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-5074814573629365079</id><published>2009-06-09T13:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T14:13:55.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PFS</title><content type='html'>When I first stepped into Methodist Boys', I was so reluctant of the school. I grudge its ill-mannered students, teachers, surrounding and even the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the letter came by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Si30Uy0cd9I/AAAAAAAAAzI/eqCOW3Y1dY0/s1600-h/090609_133200.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/_fqB_shzSll8/Si30Uy0cd9I/AAAAAAAAAzI/eqCOW3Y1dY0/s320/090609_133200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345196970834950098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss everything so much.&lt;br /&gt;My teachers - Mr. Deven who makes Biology so lively such that he always have us doing spontaneous presentation; or MUET teacher Pn. Geetha who listens to our weekend gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;The food, lukewarm keropok lekor, spicy nasi lemak and everything else.&lt;br /&gt;My classroom, L6Sc1, the warmest class with no windows, and the aircond we're not even allowed to use.&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, all my classmates! Hui Ling, Hui ching, Tain Chao, Satish, Wei shen, Yi rou, Melissa, Guat Peng, Fabianne, and Vern. These are the people whom I got so close to eventhough we knew each other for a mere two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Si38xD4jryI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/gI32kXeNlLg/s1600-h/090529_123123.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/_fqB_shzSll8/Si38xD4jryI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/gI32kXeNlLg/s320/090529_123123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345206252544962338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Si38xc2wUQI/AAAAAAAAAzY/y3HMWjQrM34/s1600-h/090529_115120.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/_fqB_shzSll8/Si38xc2wUQI/AAAAAAAAAzY/y3HMWjQrM34/s320/090529_115120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345206259248288002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Si38xcngkKI/AAAAAAAAAzg/D-eEb33ar2w/s1600-h/090529_122500.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/_fqB_shzSll8/Si38xcngkKI/AAAAAAAAAzg/D-eEb33ar2w/s320/090529_122500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345206259184341154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......I don't feel like leaving anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-5074814573629365079?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/5074814573629365079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=5074814573629365079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/5074814573629365079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/5074814573629365079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/06/pfs.html' title='PFS'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/Si30Uy0cd9I/AAAAAAAAAzI/eqCOW3Y1dY0/s72-c/090609_133200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-1030920762068946986</id><published>2009-06-02T14:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T14:41:15.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'>You are cordially invited to witness the magnificent Choral Fest '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SiTB2d4tqAI/AAAAAAAAAzA/9LXiXMkQxhA/s1600-h/choralffest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SiTB2d4tqAI/AAAAAAAAAzA/9LXiXMkQxhA/s320/choralffest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342608199447848962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Some happy stuff! Some of you may know why I have to post this up, which is to cover up the previous post though. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Geez&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, as all of you can see, the PESSOC will be having its 3rd Choral Festival! And your girl, I, will be performing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venue: Dewan Sri Pinang Auditorium&lt;br /&gt;Time: 8.00pm&lt;br /&gt;Tickets: RM10, not sure if you can get it on the day, but it is best if you can get it from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for what to expect, it's sort of a musical fest, where you will be able to see a collaboration of choir from all stages and live orchestra performing. The performance is not just a one-way show, but the audiences will be able to join in the singing and even send in votes ala American Idol style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the most important part, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VOTES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The choir is made up of 4 groups, mainly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Arioso&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Brillante&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Cantabile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Dolce&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Each of the four weird-but-classy-named groups will perform 4 songs of a genre.&lt;br /&gt;As for your girl, I'm in Arioso, and we'll be singing jazz songs. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be sure to vote for us, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Arioso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I'm pretty sure our group will be blast!&lt;br /&gt;Hint: If you're a Mamma Mia/ABBA fan, this is one heck of a performance you shouldn't miss! There is even 1 song in this very page that can be related to the Choral Fest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting for? Join the fun when you have the chance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-1030920762068946986?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/1030920762068946986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=1030920762068946986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1030920762068946986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1030920762068946986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-are-cordially-invited-to-witness.html' title='You are cordially invited to witness the magnificent Choral Fest &apos;09'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SiTB2d4tqAI/AAAAAAAAAzA/9LXiXMkQxhA/s72-c/choralffest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-2954194596047812234</id><published>2009-06-02T00:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T15:55:44.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate mint #4</title><content type='html'>I hear voices everyday such that it's driving me crazy. What's wrong with guys huh? I blog when I want to, not for your entertainment FYI. A.K I know you're reading from Tangkak, Johor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lorr&lt;/span&gt;. And Ms. Liu the traitor, if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; is what you want, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; is what you get, don't blame me for the lack of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quality&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons why I feel disheartened to update are:&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't like to get pressurized by people, e.g the traitor.&lt;br /&gt;2. I feel scrutinized after realizing my sis has been reading what I wrote, it's embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;3. I unintentionally mentioned to him about my blog, and I'm scared he'll read bout &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;C.M&lt;/span&gt; posts dedicated to him. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's move on to the other side of story, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;I started having this idea to write about him after reading about &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.estherchin.com/"&gt;Esther&lt;/a&gt;'s bittersweet posts. I use the title chocolate mint, 'cause it's our fave flavor of chocolate, and he once got me a bar of that when he went for duty in Langkawi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog, really. I'm still hoping he would get back to Pg soon though. Then I can share some fun stuff. So, here's an eye candy. Something he got me from one of his trips. Screw you if you can't see what it is (you should get an eyetest though)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SiQILXl0LTI/AAAAAAAAAy4/W88KQR8gfno/s1600-h/090601_111404.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SiQILXl0LTI/AAAAAAAAAy4/W88KQR8gfno/s320/090601_111404.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342404049372458290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;......yeah,  SY(him) &amp;amp; WEN(me) *blush*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-2954194596047812234?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/2954194596047812234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=2954194596047812234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/2954194596047812234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/2954194596047812234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/06/chocolate-mint-4.html' title='chocolate mint #4'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SiQILXl0LTI/AAAAAAAAAy4/W88KQR8gfno/s72-c/090601_111404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-3700332868377423117</id><published>2009-05-10T18:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:14:45.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memory Lane'/><title type='text'>♪ Jesse McCartney - Leavin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 years ago, at the age of 15, a bond between us was formed. All of us are Form 3P1 students, and the frienship developed smoothly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SgaxY92QipI/AAAAAAAAAyw/8ndLOY1gH38/s1600-h/me11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334145851144047250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SgaxY92QipI/AAAAAAAAAyw/8ndLOY1gH38/s320/me11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 years later, today, we've changed from being the naive one to ... the &lt;em&gt;well-being&lt;/em&gt; one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SgaxYOU_0KI/AAAAAAAAAyo/qnmpTREuEQw/s1600-h/G+f332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334145838388072610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SgaxYOU_0KI/AAAAAAAAAyo/qnmpTREuEQw/s320/G+f332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this saying in chinese that, everyone is bound to leave someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of us has left for college, Disted to be precise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one, got into matriculation, went South. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the best to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dear&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;a href="http://staycutencool.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...bullshit. Why am I the only one not moving on yet?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-3700332868377423117?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/3700332868377423117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=3700332868377423117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3700332868377423117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3700332868377423117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='♪ Jesse McCartney - Leavin&apos;'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SgaxY92QipI/AAAAAAAAAyw/8ndLOY1gH38/s72-c/me11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-3335432537915132875</id><published>2009-04-29T18:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T21:56:20.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chocolate mint #3</title><content type='html'>He landed himself on my doorstep yesterday, literally.&lt;br /&gt;I was getting into the elevator when he came out and surprised me! All the while he made me believed that he was in KL. Mom was being very well cooperated with him in the surprise, of course.&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how things between us evolved. We met in the hospital, where he was the physiotherapist while I'm the patient, and credits to Syafiqah, we became friends and now we're besties.&lt;br /&gt;Later, I joined him and his cousin Chun Howe to watch 'The Uninvited' in Gurney Plaza. He even stood by his promise of being the first person to bring me to Coffee Island. Thanks for being such a gentlemen, dear. I had a great time with you guys!&lt;br /&gt;Wishing you all the best with your job in KL kay, gonna miss you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ wen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-3335432537915132875?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/3335432537915132875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=3335432537915132875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3335432537915132875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3335432537915132875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/04/chocolate-mint-3.html' title='chocolate mint #3'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-6155934399122589409</id><published>2009-04-17T02:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T03:03:24.224+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>chocolate mint #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How can I decide what's right&lt;br /&gt;When you're clouding up my mind?&lt;br /&gt;I can't win your losing fight&lt;br /&gt;All the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adapted from lyrics of Decode, by Paramore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad for sleeping off before he left, before wishing him, after what I promised. Have another nice trip, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ xw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-6155934399122589409?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/6155934399122589409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=6155934399122589409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6155934399122589409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6155934399122589409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/04/chocolate-mint-2.html' title='chocolate mint #2'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-908468597113909209</id><published>2009-04-10T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T19:42:36.012+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MedicLog'/><title type='text'>130109, a MedicLog - The Hospital Part 2</title><content type='html'>Mom dropped by some time later. She gasped at the sight of my hideous look . According to her later, my jaw line was bruised completely and I was rather &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;. I had a very strong will to stand up and walk towards a mirror, which I couldn't of course, to take a look of my own. People from all around the ER were giving me the stare, and I felt like slicing them all with a scalpel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the rush subsided, my stretcher was wheeled into a room. I shall describe it, as I didn't know where it is. It was a wide, bright and clean air-conditioned space. Very spacey, as there wasn't much furniture. A few stretchers lined vertically separated by some drapes. There was another man beside me who looked way more serious than me, but I couldn't remember much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Disclaimer: I may mention some medically sensitive issues, hereby warning you, don't read if you have a weak stomach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, I didn't feel any pain that was likely in comparison with the seriousness of my injuries. A nurse inserted a catheter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone corrected me from using the word 'pipe', I quote him, 'pipe is the tube one uses in toilet to bath', lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; into my urethra, and the sensation of pain was so intense I practically cried. And almost instantaneously, thick dark deoxygenated blood flowed out and filled the entire catheter. Obviously, I was hemorrhaging internally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day I undergone multiple scans that I've gotten to know only from physics lessons, that I was actually given the chance to experience once-and-for-all, as in ultrasound, x-ray and CT scan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around night time, doctors were pretty sure of my condition then. A plastic surgeon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I suppose)&lt;/span&gt; examined the wound on my left cheek by poking a tweezers through it. The tweezers came out from the inside of my mouth. They proceeded to stitch up the wound, of which I lost count after 5 stitches. Some nurse said, "Sudahlah, cukup, tak perlu jahit banyak, masih muda lagi, belum berkahwin lagi...", while someone replied, "Belum berkahwin, jadi?". In that waiting room, I threw up once, and everything that came out from my stomach was blood red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every medical staffs were commenting on how pallid I was, well, as I was having massive internal bleeding. By midnight, I was wheeled into the operation theater. An anesthetist put a anesthesia mask over my breathing orifice, I tried to push it away once, due to breathing difficulties, and the mask came covering again.  Before I knew, I fell into deep unconsciousness from the sedation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Next up: ICU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-908468597113909209?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/908468597113909209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=908468597113909209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/908468597113909209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/908468597113909209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/04/130109-mediclog-hospital-part-2.html' title='130109, a MedicLog - The Hospital Part 2'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-6244642275479496898</id><published>2009-03-25T16:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T16:55:07.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MedicLog'/><title type='text'>130109, a MedicLog  - The Hospital Part 1</title><content type='html'>I gained my consciousness, woken by the faint voices of 2 males a female. I was in a rather huge car, a SUV maybe, safely held in the strong arms of a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly, the car stopped, and I was carried into a clinic. I heard the staffs said, 'We can't take her in, go to a hospital.' Once again, we were back in the car. As I slowly tried to gather back my thoughts, I moved my legs. I thought, my spine is fine, at least I can still walk. I proceed to check my belongings; cellphone, ID card and license were in my pocket, safe. Unintentionally, I swept my palm across my left cheek, it was wet, and my newly straightened hair stuck soggily onto the wet patch of my cheek. I took a look of my palms, it was covered in blood. 'Owh..', I moaned. My mouth taste like iron and salt - blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man tried to comfort me, I think. The rest of the trip was a blur. The car was somewhere near the hospital, that was when the structure of the building came into my sight. The car never slowed down, not even when it passed a road bump. I moaned again. I could feel they bones rotating in my hip under the strong impact. I'm not even sure if rotating is the word to describe the sensation I felt then. It didn't  hurt much, but I was skeptical, something was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wheeled into the Emergency Room in a wheel chair. Some staffs tried to get me stand up and mount over the stretcher, but I couldn't. I remembered myself repeating over and over again, 'Saya tak boleh bergerak lagi, mungkin terseliuh.' A nurse came, took off my pants, cleaned the wounds on my legs, hands and cheek. When she asked me to urinate just so they can check, I couldn't either. My cellphone vibrated for god knows how many times before I managed to pull it out and answered it. Mom called, and she was anxious to know where I was, I passed it to someone near me, and he answered it for me. The saviour, the guy that sent me in came to the stretcher and said some comforting words, in the midst of blurness, I muttered thank you and dozed off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-6244642275479496898?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/6244642275479496898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=6244642275479496898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6244642275479496898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6244642275479496898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/03/130109-mediclog-hospital-part-1.html' title='130109, a MedicLog  - The Hospital Part 1'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-1191290030630407704</id><published>2009-03-23T22:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T23:33:32.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>chocolate mint #1</title><content type='html'>He called, all the way from Thailand, trying to fool me with fake thai accent. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moron&lt;/span&gt;. 3 days since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; departure, with 23 more days to go, I missed his voice more than ever. Did he notice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ xw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-1191290030630407704?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/1191290030630407704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=1191290030630407704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1191290030630407704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1191290030630407704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/03/chocolate-mint-1.html' title='chocolate mint #1'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-6825047842220153910</id><published>2009-03-23T12:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:26:25.104+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, waves of time&lt;br /&gt;Seem to wash away&lt;br /&gt;The scenes of our crimes&lt;br /&gt;But for you this never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you stay strong?&lt;br /&gt;Can you go on?&lt;br /&gt;Kristy are you doing okay?&lt;br /&gt;A rose that won’t bloom&lt;br /&gt;Winter’s kept you&lt;br /&gt;Don’t waste your whole life trying&lt;br /&gt;To get back what was taken away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the marks on your dress&lt;br /&gt;Had been neatly repressed&lt;br /&gt;I knew that something was wrong&lt;br /&gt;And I should have spoke out&lt;br /&gt;And I’m so sorry now&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;Cause we were so young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adapted from lyrics of 'Kristy Are You Doing Okay?', by The Offspring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything from the title to the lyrics to the name of the band of this song spelled D-U-M-B. It almost reach the same level of stupidity compared to Lady Gaga's Poker Face. But I like it though. I've always have a thing for bands - Secondhand Serenade, Simple Plan, Switchfoot, Paramore, Coldplay, Rascal Flatts etc. It's how they produce and play their own song, or it's the beautiful background music combination of bass guitar, keyboard, and drum, and even the sight of the band's lead singer jumping like a lunatic in skinny jeans got me lusting for more. Trust me, bands are way better than  individual singers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I stumbled upon this 20-year-old African-American guy, &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/user/DDPRODUCTIONS2007"&gt;Daniel D.&lt;/a&gt;'s videos on Youtube. This guy is absolutely amazing, I'll say he's my second fave after David Sides. He plays rap genre songs like Soulja Boy's Kiss Me Thru The Phone and Akon's Dangerous only using his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;violin&lt;/span&gt;. How cool is that. I almost fell in love watching him swaying to the beats while absorbed in his own playing. He is so charming! Speaking of which, I'm thinking of getting an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;erhu&lt;/span&gt; that I played for 5 years in orchestra, that is in case I'm still in Penang. So maybe by then I can play my versions too? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Erhu&lt;/span&gt; is afterall, chinese version of violin. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the love,&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my heart - Kw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-6825047842220153910?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/6825047842220153910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=6825047842220153910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6825047842220153910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6825047842220153910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-waves-of-time-seem-to-wash-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-8909305320771365830</id><published>2009-03-21T01:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T18:09:35.262+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; time of the year again. Of which every friend you meet in MSN will pop the exact question, "So what's your study plan next?". Or, suddenly friends surrounding you are applying for scholarships, whether it's JPA, ASEAN or every possible combination from the 26 alphabets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be the observer, seeing how the people hesitating from choosing the right course to college, or some will laze around waiting to enter Form 6. And I will always pity those that have no fixed aim, and ended up being dilemma-ized in a huge array of options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I am still able to stick to my dear ambition for 7&lt;s&gt;freaking&lt;/s&gt;years, that is to be a teacher. Mom never disapproved of my decision, yet she would constantly suggesting medical/science field career, e.g optometry is her fave, as she thinks pure science students should continue what they studied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, my first action upon receiving my result, was to apply for teacher's training through online. Analyzing through what I'm best at, I chose TESL program for secondary school, major in English while minor in Music or Social Education. *cross fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the greedy person as I am, mom's advices came into my mind. Can I blame it on the accident? All of a sudden, medical field doesn't seem bad anymore. In fact, anything that is less time consuming than Form 6, and offer me a chance to go to other states, sounds great to me. As college is not optional, well, immediately I applied for government's offer of medical imaging, occupational therapy and physiotherapy intake. Just like any other government's intake the courses are FOC, short and guaranteed with a job, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has been quite fond of physiotherapy nowadays. There are 3 factors leading to that(maybe),&lt;br /&gt;1. Of the staffs from my hospital-residence period&lt;br /&gt;2. Affected by someone, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. One of the physiotherapist we met during my physiotherapy sessions, mom was amazed by her very-small-sized body, and commented that short person like me will do just fine. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wth&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no easy way to say all these out, especially not when I have no one to talk to - everyone is busy with their routine, so I guess writing won't do much harm, isn't it? However, now I'm troubled.&lt;br /&gt;A. What if I'm not accepted by any foundation, or&lt;br /&gt;B. What if I'm down to choose only one course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fuck you&lt;/span&gt; dilemma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I think I'm going clinically insane, I'm very interested in pole dancing. LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me,&lt;br /&gt;Miss Koay - Kw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-8909305320771365830?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/8909305320771365830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=8909305320771365830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/8909305320771365830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/8909305320771365830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-it-is-that-time-of-year-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-7415876300581852099</id><published>2009-03-20T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:42:18.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They say, that on the edge of being alive and dead, one will see his/her whole life flashes in front of his/her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;They say, that if one survived death, his/her whole life ahead will be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;They say, that one who suffered a tragedy, would see the prospects of life from a different angle.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My recent acquaintance has taken me to a near death experience, I shall say. And no, sadly I did not see those flashes as mentioned. Instead, I blacked out before I saw anything. Certainly, I'm not expecting myself to be super blessed whatsoever, in which, if I'm blessed I wouldn't lose my life(almost), isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has always remind me, past or present, of how dangerous my acts are. Anything near 'adventurous' is a big no-no from her. So I've been thinking a lot lately. Say, if I never went rock climbing before, will I regret now that I'm not strong as before? And again, if I stayed away from skating like how J did, surely I won't get another chance in case I'm paralyzed, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say, Carpe Diem! Seize the day before it's too late, folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Another random post I guess. I've been pretty occupied with reading nowadays, as I'm in urgent need to improve my English. Speaking of which, think I'll post up book review next time. Till then, Auf Wiedersehen. &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/fringe"&gt;Fringe&lt;/a&gt; is a must-watch drama to learn German!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still missing you,&lt;br /&gt;- Kw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-7415876300581852099?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/7415876300581852099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=7415876300581852099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/7415876300581852099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/7415876300581852099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/03/they-say-that-on-edge-of-being-alive.html' title=''/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-2065489527373035450</id><published>2009-02-27T16:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:18:11.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'>Back - Bigger, Better, Bolder</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hung up the phone tonight&lt;br /&gt;Something happened for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside it was a rush, what a rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the possibility&lt;br /&gt;That you would ever feel the same way&lt;br /&gt;About me, just too much, just too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I keep running from the truth?&lt;br /&gt;All I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;You got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;And I just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever think when you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;All that we can be, where this thing can go?&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy or falling in love?&lt;br /&gt;Is it really just another crush? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adapted from lyrics of Crush, by David Archuleta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew. Nothing describes how I feel better than this. Speaking of which, has anybody realized that I've been gone for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; long? Shame on you if you're not missing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a random post. Meanwhile, I've been busy composing one of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; post ever regarding my medical experiences for the past two months. So shall I entertain all of you with a nauseous photo of my wounds? Well, I specially blurred it for those with weak hearts. Stay tuned for more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Copyrighted karwenk.blogspot.com ownership. Don't steal it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SaepYyThfYI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Inh2_2SVNgw/s1600-h/090215_213743i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SaepYyThfYI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Inh2_2SVNgw/s320/090215_213743i.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307396929165032834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S What's wrong with you guys that googled for Jasika Nicole's nude photos and ended up in my weblog?! Yes, I did posted &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2008/10/jasika-nicole.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; yet it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; related to her nudity whatsoever. And how could you bastards even think of such an innocent artist would do such demoralized action? So I say, "BUTT OFF" to these assholes. You suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-2065489527373035450?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/2065489527373035450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=2065489527373035450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/2065489527373035450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/2065489527373035450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-bigger-better-bolder.html' title='Back - Bigger, Better, Bolder'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SaepYyThfYI/AAAAAAAAAyE/Inh2_2SVNgw/s72-c/090215_213743i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-3724655097148009861</id><published>2008-12-30T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:11:27.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been more than a month since my last post, which marks that I'm actually working in Nichii for 1 month. I'll be heading to the opposite shop in 2 days, working as a sales assistant in Bossini Gurney. I don't want to sound miserable, but I'm feeling very sad to leave all my colleagues so soon. Frankly, I regret making a promise with Ashley to work for her. I had a great time in Nichii, well, apart from adapting to the tiring work load in a shop that is 3-shop-combined. Shah, Ji, Hui Ling, Michelle, Ida have been great friends and I bonded with them so easily, oh, and Joan too who just went back to KL some time ago. Will I still be able to find such friendly colleagues in Bossini after all? On the other hand, looking at the brighter side, I'll be having male colleagues, and able to see guys that aren't people's boyfriend. And, I won't be embarassed to have guy friends to visit me as previously in nichii we sell only women's clothing. I just came to realisation half an hour ago that tomorrow will be the end of 2008. Ouch. My last day in Nichii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year resolutions: Learn and buy a keyboard, post order books from MPH =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-3724655097148009861?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/3724655097148009861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=3724655097148009861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3724655097148009861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3724655097148009861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-has-been-more-than-month-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-6708788203976648913</id><published>2008-11-29T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T00:30:20.177+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is supposed to be up like since yesterday, too bad, the girl is too lazy to type. Why is that so? 'Cause I'm too freaking busy looking for a job in Gurney Plaza. Frankly, I am now over-hired, and am in serious dilemma of choosing which job. Anyway, if you people happen to hang out there, don't forget to greet me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BELATED BDAY TO MY DEAR J!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You are officially old enough to be Aunty Heng lorr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~The Good Old Times~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/STFjTQOaStI/AAAAAAAAAxU/syPsqpSCYH0/s1600-h/G+f083.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/_fqB_shzSll8/STFjTQOaStI/AAAAAAAAAxU/syPsqpSCYH0/s320/G+f083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274105821051636434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/STFs54JBgZI/AAAAAAAAAxc/KSRjcRejSH8/s1600-h/G+f043.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/_fqB_shzSll8/STFs54JBgZI/AAAAAAAAAxc/KSRjcRejSH8/s320/G+f043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274116380206137746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;End of 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/STFs6FDUeXI/AAAAAAAAAxk/8yEG3Ojs2Zo/s1600-h/me14.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/_fqB_shzSll8/STFs6FDUeXI/AAAAAAAAAxk/8yEG3Ojs2Zo/s320/me14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274116383671875954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Early 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/STFs6aHBekI/AAAAAAAAAxs/5wEqZd64uIU/s1600-h/me7.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/_fqB_shzSll8/STFs6aHBekI/AAAAAAAAAxs/5wEqZd64uIU/s320/me7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274116389324552770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I procrastinated long enough to post up these photos. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Hidden under multi layers of plastic bags......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/STFjTZn5syI/AAAAAAAAAxM/CseLzDQv26M/s1600-h/081126_000945.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/_fqB_shzSll8/STFjTZn5syI/AAAAAAAAAxM/CseLzDQv26M/s320/081126_000945.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274105823574471458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;!! Don't underestimate it, this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; came straight from HK and cost me a fortune, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A semi-formal white top, wide-necked, with frilly laces and a bow. Ultimate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;chio-ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;. I would much preferably buy her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;, J should understand why, too bad that version is super fugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/STFjS-mfE2I/AAAAAAAAAxE/GHHraTEOP9Y/s1600-h/081126_001220.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/_fqB_shzSll8/STFjS-mfE2I/AAAAAAAAAxE/GHHraTEOP9Y/s320/081126_001220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274105816320775010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Finally putting on my shirt folding skill from Bossini to use. I know, it's pretty. Even the unusually pretty wrapper is bought specially for the occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/STFjSsQnRSI/AAAAAAAAAw8/9HElb9fUPKY/s1600-h/081126_002158.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/_fqB_shzSll8/STFjSsQnRSI/AAAAAAAAAw8/9HElb9fUPKY/s320/081126_002158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274105811397199138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Final product. Tied with a ribbon, enclosed with a nicely designed card *cough by me cough*, and sealed with a kiss. Pretty, ain't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/STFjSjUt-gI/AAAAAAAAAw0/PXdo4AH_KSQ/s1600-h/081126_003331.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/_fqB_shzSll8/STFjSjUt-gI/AAAAAAAAAw0/PXdo4AH_KSQ/s320/081126_003331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274105808998496770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of gifts, I'm the kind of person who is very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pantang&lt;/span&gt; of useless stuff as prezzies. I think that it is a waste of money for people to buy photo frames or little bears or glass bottles. Too bad, people do not share the same thought as me. Or shall I say, people are too blinded by traditions? Seriously, I've put in much effort in this. I remembered some time ago, close to the start of SPM, I made sis went shopping with me to get the top. In order to keep J out of this, I lied to her that I'm accompanying sis to look for the job. Boy, the girl was damn curious I'd say, kept on asking details of my shopping that day, and I felt so guilty for making up lies, and I guess she'll never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Pattinson's wife,&lt;br /&gt;Kw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-6708788203976648913?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/6708788203976648913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=6708788203976648913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6708788203976648913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6708788203976648913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-post-is-supposed-to-be-up-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/STFjTQOaStI/AAAAAAAAAxU/syPsqpSCYH0/s72-c/G+f083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-4662755547443495810</id><published>2008-11-27T22:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T22:47:43.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahha! As I promised, the ultra chio-ness!! I'm not a typical fan of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; stuff, but I'm pretty sick of the boring dullish black phone I used last time. At least I'm up for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;First, take a look at the old phone. Oops, I know it's just the casing, but at least can imagine what it looks like. Nokia 6288.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SS6tDSAL3-I/AAAAAAAAAkU/J1-Z2zASKQ4/s1600-h/081113_191833.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SS6tDSAL3-I/AAAAAAAAAkU/J1-Z2zASKQ4/s320/081113_191833.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273342485581258722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The new bed for my phone, in pink too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SS6tDFhfNBI/AAAAAAAAAkM/gyrLdj5qYH0/s1600-h/081113_191904.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SS6tDFhfNBI/AAAAAAAAAkM/gyrLdj5qYH0/s320/081113_191904.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273342482231276562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Returning the old phone to the owner, with a thank you note and a gift of appreciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SS6szaKG5pI/AAAAAAAAAkE/zmg4T_oxIrs/s1600-h/081113_192225.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SS6szaKG5pI/AAAAAAAAAkE/zmg4T_oxIrs/s320/081113_192225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273342212892452498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I know everyone is so tensed to see this! Pink Lg Q KS360. Perfectly sculpted, yet sleek. With a huge screen that I used for mirror. As you can see in the reflection, I'm using Hc's w850i to take the photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SS6szOId31I/AAAAAAAAAj8/INsK8nAb9Cg/s1600-h/DSC02865.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SS6szOId31I/AAAAAAAAAj8/INsK8nAb9Cg/s320/DSC02865.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273342209664343890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The back. With the stereo and a 2-megapixel camera. It's  pink actually, but covered in  protective layer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SS6szMXz08I/AAAAAAAAAj0/ynyda3sDWl0/s1600-h/DSC02867.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SS6szMXz08I/AAAAAAAAAj0/ynyda3sDWl0/s320/DSC02867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273342209191826370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A 2'4 inch huge screen, and it's touch screen when used for dialing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SS6sy_VuU7I/AAAAAAAAAjs/P1QltHSA7JU/s1600-h/DSC02868.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SS6sy_VuU7I/AAAAAAAAAjs/P1QltHSA7JU/s320/DSC02868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273342205693416370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Tadah! A horizontal full Qwerty keypad, and in pink! Hearts it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SS6syz3O9sI/AAAAAAAAAjk/rbTUuN4Ejdw/s1600-h/DSC02875.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SS6syz3O9sI/AAAAAAAAAjk/rbTUuN4Ejdw/s320/DSC02875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273342202612741826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Back, in pink too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SS6sTFoWGvI/AAAAAAAAAjc/A3-CmIRdfE4/s1600-h/DSC02876.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SS6sTFoWGvI/AAAAAAAAAjc/A3-CmIRdfE4/s320/DSC02876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273341657626319602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;In my last post, I posted a photo "The Car". This is when I took it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SS6sS2W2CUI/AAAAAAAAAjU/e7170dPr09s/s1600-h/DSC02877.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SS6sS2W2CUI/AAAAAAAAAjU/e7170dPr09s/s320/DSC02877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273341653526382914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of change, I've just changed my hairstyle. Well, we girls love to celebrate the end of SPM what. I permed my waist length hair to bouncy curls, just less then 1 year after I chemically straightened my hair. Besides, I dyed a streak of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;copper brown&lt;/span&gt; hair too. It was suppose to look like Avril Lavine's pink highlight, but it turned out to be hidden in my massive curls. Try and look for the brown streak in my photo. Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SS6sS-e-rMI/AAAAAAAAAjM/X_PQ4f_9Ndk/s1600-h/G+f037.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SS6sS-e-rMI/AAAAAAAAAjM/X_PQ4f_9Ndk/s320/G+f037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273341655707987138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SS6sSXfWN_I/AAAAAAAAAjE/lxktIj0HMwo/s1600-h/G+f038.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SS6sSXfWN_I/AAAAAAAAAjE/lxktIj0HMwo/s320/G+f038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273341645240547314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S It's my girl, J's official birthday tomorrow! I'll update after her birthday. Everybody must wish her hor!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-4662755547443495810?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/4662755547443495810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=4662755547443495810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/4662755547443495810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/4662755547443495810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2008/11/ahha-as-i-promised-ultra-chio-ness-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SS6tDSAL3-I/AAAAAAAAAkU/J1-Z2zASKQ4/s72-c/081113_191833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-3379896109133012936</id><published>2008-11-17T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T00:04:55.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I digress.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;My exam week was rather pleasant, surprisingly. I’ll cut out the questionnaires though. There’s nothing I enjoyed more than the company of my best friends’ laughter during group discussion. However, having exam in the class with the worst ventilation does have its perks. After been bedridden for freaking two days, I’m finally &lt;s&gt;healed&lt;/s&gt; recovering and posting, thank you very much. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Did I hear someone wishing me get well soon huh?&lt;/span&gt; I remembered our first conversation after the BM paper was, “Who was coughing so loud disturbing others?” For the next 2 weeks it’ll be my turn then. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Speaking of updates, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;superior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.xiaxue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Xiaxue&lt;/a&gt; haven’t been updating much. I could feel that my arms are trembling every time I opened her site, and finally drop dead seeing no update like for at least, freaking once a week?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I’ve been studying lately, lots more than the usual to be exact, here’s a prove. Of course, my favorite &lt;s&gt;hang out&lt;/s&gt; study spot is the Penang Buddhist Association &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lorr&lt;/span&gt;. Went there again today and met up with Laoyi, and skipped out during tea time to &lt;st1:street st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:address st="on"&gt;Maccallum   street&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt; market hawker. Yilei’s relatives are the proud owners of a Laksa noodle factory, so we drop by her place to enjoy a free treat, yum. 11 of us actually split half, where Yongkah, Yilei, Pohgaik, Szepei went on Billy’s; me, Hc, Cl, Laoyi, Kuansim went by Yiwarn’s. The girl’s pretty lucky okay. Her bf lets her drive his car &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lorr&lt;/span&gt;. Bottom line: I totally wasted like 2 hours on tea time, feeling very guilty. I’ll be heading there with Zi Ann the Frog again, meet me there, friends? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;See...I'm not bluffing what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SSBBJ5IQ6CI/AAAAAAAAAh0/h0t7RrYXHqQ/s1600-h/081116_141037.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SSBBJ5IQ6CI/AAAAAAAAAh0/h0t7RrYXHqQ/s320/081116_141037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269283202233591842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SSBA91GjDFI/AAAAAAAAAhs/09oa8JDt_xU/s1600-h/081116_170432.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SSBA91GjDFI/AAAAAAAAAhs/09oa8JDt_xU/s320/081116_170432.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269282994994220114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Soon as the owner left the car, we camwhored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SSBA2k0Mg0I/AAAAAAAAAhk/3GKhgXakF_U/s1600-h/G+f075.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SSBA2k0Mg0I/AAAAAAAAAhk/3GKhgXakF_U/s320/G+f075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269282870363194178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;J &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; her, despite being hideous, I posted this for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SSBAvHS46JI/AAAAAAAAAhc/KcucnvJQ_f8/s1600-h/G+f073.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SSBAvHS46JI/AAAAAAAAAhc/KcucnvJQ_f8/s320/G+f073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269282742179784850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The Laoyi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SSBAhl7t0TI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BieLRNjwOIE/s1600-h/G+f077.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SSBAhl7t0TI/AAAAAAAAAhU/BieLRNjwOIE/s320/G+f077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269282509885919538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembered that I've been &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2008/11/please-dont-try-to-sabotage-my-writings.html"&gt;raving&lt;/a&gt; about getting a new mobile? Well, well, here it is. My chio-est baby. Will update about it by tomorrow I guess, no promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;****Spoiler****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Make a wild guess? It's very pink, sleek and horizontal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SSBAU_NCFtI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Nb4z4kKEMoU/s1600-h/G+150.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/_fqB_shzSll8/SSBAU_NCFtI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Nb4z4kKEMoU/s320/G+150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269282293331138258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've posted up real names of some of the characters, considering they won't be mentioned here much. And please don't complain about the lack of fun in my post, okay. Smack yourself if you're thinking about that. What do you expect? I can't be fun when facing one of the most important exams in my life, for Pete's sake. Oh yes, a reminder, J's gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardworking one,&lt;br /&gt;Kw&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-3379896109133012936?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/3379896109133012936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=3379896109133012936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3379896109133012936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/3379896109133012936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-digress.html' title=''/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SSBBJ5IQ6CI/AAAAAAAAAh0/h0t7RrYXHqQ/s72-c/081116_141037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-6723737786781118356</id><published>2008-11-09T02:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:25:44.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wanted to post joy-filled stuff, I really do. Too much of drama I guess. Until the numbness ceased, these are the best I can do. Meanwhile, I’m thinking of privatize my diary. Drop me your email address if you’re still interested in reading, will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me for who I am, love me for who I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-6723737786781118356?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/6723737786781118356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=6723737786781118356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6723737786781118356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/6723737786781118356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wanted-to-post-joy-filled-stuff-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-5172456544139000578</id><published>2008-11-09T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T02:21:09.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some time ago, I recalled being told that it is possible to scold people using b. I was reluctant to believe that until I was involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago, I was confused by the intense boringness in my b. I soon learned that readership is easier to gain by going solo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago, I learned that a coward ran away from her old b. I soon realized I was the cause as mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago, I accepted that even an ex-best-friend can hold the strongest grudge against me. Despite everything I did and put behind for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago, I’d say “Crap!” to those childish stories I heard when sis was 17 and I was 13. Now I have to go through it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons, lessons, shall we? Internet is a fucking place and b's are for assfaced-kids. Then, why am I one of them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You called me spend thrift and I bought the lens for you. Why did I do that?&lt;br /&gt;If you hate me so much, why do you still bother to read me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I told you were top secret, when you blurted to your parents and friends, and I became the victim of gossips, did I blame you?&lt;br /&gt;And now you believe a backstabber’s words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t bother to drop by if you won’t even show your appearance. You are not welcomed here. Frankly, I tracked every individual’s PC details who visited here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the disappointment, I don’t feel sad. I don’t understand this. I used to feel depress, anger and sadness. Now, I feel numb. I don’t even cringe when watching ghost movies. I don’t even feel like cutting myself anymore. And, I don’t even want to clarify myself. It’s taking over me, and I’m not even feeling it. Numb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-5172456544139000578?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/5172456544139000578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=5172456544139000578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/5172456544139000578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/5172456544139000578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2008/11/some-time-ago-i-recalled-being-told.html' title=''/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-1236874283255834004</id><published>2008-11-08T16:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T01:56:17.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Opinion'/><title type='text'>EVERYTHING IS PURELY FRICTION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please don’t try to sabotage my writings again. It’s devastating to have to insert a disclaimer for every post of mine. Innocence speaks louder than word. Which is why, I never wanted to try to declare your pure sincerity, not to mention to try to flame you, J. I believe you should know this. As for the someone, you should know I'm not doing this for you, at all. Frankly, weren't you an ass for admitting it was you in the post? I won't be changing this, not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hypocrite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have the feeling that everything happens for a reason? Oooh. The excitement is like a shiver running down my spine. Once and for all, I’m thinking that I weren’t the only one left alone (with someone) in this world. I’d always presume that the hypocrite does everything right. Boy was I wrong! Truth revealed itself unintentionally and I couldn’t agree more. Oh my, I just love my final days in school. At least it gives me a chance to venture into the thoughts of my friends that I just couldn’t get through normally. And J, you have me to thank for? Not. I did what I have to. The whole scenario made me feel like whooping in joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Injustice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; those people who make up for their faultiness by shedding a tear. It is so cynical that I almost laugh my ass off. Worst come to the worst, are those who actually fell for the trap. Pui! Hc I know what you meant in your Plurk, and I totally have your back. We all despise the hypocrite.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I’m getting my new mobile soon! It’s going to be cooler than yours, Kevin Ng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S A rather short post again, will be updating the next post (after SPM) with photos of J’s gift, using my 3.2Mp camera, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the house of procrastination,&lt;br /&gt;Kw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Post-script: OMG.I am so fucking pissed that I need to take back what I said. It’s so humiliating what! Have I not made myself clear enough when I declared the war? OMG. I am soooooo frigging sorry that I behaved sooooooo sarcastically. Damn. I am soooooo inconsiderate that I could be hurting you, after all I miraculously forgotten what you did to me. Oh god, kill me out of shame! I &lt;s&gt;don't&lt;/s&gt; mean every word I said from the above. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/982794564252006982-1236874283255834004?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/1236874283255834004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=1236874283255834004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1236874283255834004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1236874283255834004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2008/11/please-dont-try-to-sabotage-my-writings.html' title='EVERYTHING IS PURELY FRICTION'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-982794564252006982.post-1300887790487225232</id><published>2008-10-26T23:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T03:04:14.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><title type='text'>I prefer DUMB over FATUOUS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disclaimer: The post may contains seemingly harsh, nude words. Read at your own risk. Children below 18 must read with parent's guardian.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While someone thinks that using bombastic words to blog is cool, I strongly oppose it. Well, it’s not like I don’t know how to translate Chinese words into English using electronic dictionary, right? That is so cliché. Writing an e-diary is to be yourself, so why bother to transform into something you’re not? Mental Note: Will I be embarrassed if people found out that I wrote like a pro online, yet graded a C in my English paper? And, unlike people who love researching through &lt;a href="http://www.dictionary.com/"&gt;Dictionary&lt;/a&gt; to be the quintessence, I’d actually love browsing through &lt;a href="http://www.urbandictionary.com/"&gt;UrbanDictionary&lt;/a&gt; to learn something not from text books and have a great laugh about it. Upon discovering a chat community in my FrostWire software, where the community consist mostly European dirty guys, sis and I sex-talked to this guy. It was hilarious I’m telling you. But I don’t think my serious friends will appreciate the humor much though, so I guess if you want to read our conversation, you’ll have to enlarge the photo yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The first part of the conversation is carried out mostly by me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SQSOU4EtrBI/AAAAAAAAAg8/t_a3OGSPCmA/s1600-h/sex1.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261486753976265746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SQSOU4EtrBI/AAAAAAAAAg8/t_a3OGSPCmA/s320/sex1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; A continuation where sis helped. (Some problems with the photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SQSOUT-ucaI/AAAAAAAAAg0/39zl06QMzu8/s1600-h/sex2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261486744287474082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SQSOUT-ucaI/AAAAAAAAAg0/39zl06QMzu8/s320/sex2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Deepavali,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kw &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/982794564252006982-1300887790487225232?l=karwenk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/feeds/1300887790487225232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=982794564252006982&amp;postID=1300887790487225232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1300887790487225232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/982794564252006982/posts/default/1300887790487225232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karwenk.blogspot.com/2008/10/disclaimer-post-may-contains-seemingly.html' title='I prefer DUMB over FATUOUS!'/><author><name>Karwen Koay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09847017644017170748</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/TExIvpJ40MI/AAAAAAAAA6A/eY03p9fCNu0/S220/G+084.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fqB_shzSll8/SQSOU4EtrBI/AAAAAAAAAg8/t_a3OGSPCmA/s72-c/sex1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
