<?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-4245195797635159835</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:04:59.456-07:00</updated><category term='2012'/><category term='apocalypse'/><category term='Raya'/><category term='Bonn'/><category term='REDANDEN'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Love'/><category term='us'/><category term='annual dinner'/><category term='busy'/><category term='Lust'/><category term='WTF'/><category term='Best Friends'/><category term='FIrst'/><category term='Love affair'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>The Equinox of a little dream</title><subtitle type='html'>GROW LEARN EXPERIENCE</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karmen Luna is Auby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17908583506875484298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SreEyISoyWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/upgZ2SWFhAs/S220/IMG_0128.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245195797635159835.post-3488570489847066424</id><published>2010-03-17T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:53:09.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is meaningless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;For my late grandma, i love you. and for uncounted times i say this, i really miss you and no one can take your place in my heart''....&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beloved grandma passed away last month. She left us on 20th of February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was hospitalized for almost 3 months. I was in manila when mom called me and said that Grandma is going to be transfer to the bukit ward.Which means, patience with less risk will be sent there. But the truth is that, my grandma suffered heart attack and 24hrs monitoring by doctors is crucial. The doctors think they are REALLY smart and discharge her from the general woman's ward and sign her off that she can cope with suction and minimal oxygen support. But it was hard for her there.the tube in her throat was stuck and suction was not done by nurse regularly and it get worse when her flame was clogging the tube. since the caretaker is limited only for some duties, plus the ward is lack of staff! imagine 20++ patience and only 4 nurses are working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the day of CNY, she managed to sit up and weirdly enough, that morning she asked the caretaker to get her some kopi-O from the canteen. Before this she never requested to buy drinks from outside. I went there and see her. Wishing her to get well soon and i promise her that i will bring her back to stay with me.She gave out angpows for those who came and visit her. And insisted Mom &amp;amp; aunt to give angpows to the nurses and doctors. (She was a generous lady. While she was in CCU, all the nurses were well fed. She make sure we bring food for the nurse!)   Me and my aunt left the hospital around 11am and when we arrived home, mom call up and say grandma's condition went critical. No..no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sped all along the way from home and when i walk into the ward, she was lying lifeless, the nurse was besides her performing CPR, trying to save her.  i shock my head, tears covered my cheeks. i couldnt take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after an hour, doctor anna came forward and had a long explanation to me and aunt. the cpr that was perform took longer than it supposed to be. with that, a normal cpr for 4minutes can actually do harm for the patience. whereby there will be no sufficient oxygen pass through to the brain. it will caused future damage like brain damage, epilepsy or a patience will be coma for a time period depending the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma was transferred to acute ward but there was no bed and she was put back at the general ward. she never woke up. and after the 6th day, she went to be with God. through that time, i prayed if she would woke up and hold my hands, touch my face and smile at me. she did that often when she was still okay. she would pat my head every time i sleep next to her. she would ask how am i or the most often will be have i eaten or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret. i regret i never tell her how much would need her to be my side when i get married. i told her that i want her keep strong till when i graduate, when i got my first job and when i married and when i move in to a new house she would come along. i promise her she would stay and i will accompany her when she be discharge from the hospital. but now, there is nothing but only spoken words that will fade in memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till  the last day, when the doctor did another cpr to gain back her heart beat, i was there the whole night by her side. i went home to get some rest and, when she passed away at that morning 10.55am, chester my cousin, was there standing next to her. i was on the way with mom and dad is trying to get a ticket in KL to come back. i cry. i say to myself, i cannot cry for grandma says people who cry is 'soi'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin was standing next to her, i touch her hand, i said to her, 'grandma, if its better for you to leave and suffer no more, than go ahead. i love u so' at one point i couldnt cry and my heart start sinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the preparation for the mortuary was done after all my uncles and aunts came to see her lifeless body laying on the hospital bed. the service was done by Fook lu siew. i offered myself and together with the 2 caretaker we bath my late grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3day service at the funeral parlour. everyone came back except my cousin. my dad ask my aunt if my cousin, Kah Nen would come back to pay his last respect but then my aunt says my cousin cannot make it because he cannot ask for emergency leave. he is not even in the professional field, and i am not discriminating him but for the last time, why he couldnt make it and my dad, an outsider is willing to pay for my cousin's ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below, some pictorial with my grandma &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/S6ED_RXFv4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ITI62nHvFXs/s1600-h/DSC00071.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/_j2TqE1tyPrA/S6ED_RXFv4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ITI62nHvFXs/s320/DSC00071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449641409621901186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: courier new;"&gt; ..: last two years.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/S6EE7lcAQYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/akeG5Y_rpdE/s1600-h/DSC00051.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/_j2TqE1tyPrA/S6EE7lcAQYI/AAAAAAAAAEI/akeG5Y_rpdE/s320/DSC00051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449642445803372930" 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/4245195797635159835-3488570489847066424?l=theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/feeds/3488570489847066424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-meaningless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/3488570489847066424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/3488570489847066424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-meaningless.html' title='Life is meaningless'/><author><name>Karmen Luna is Auby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17908583506875484298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SreEyISoyWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/upgZ2SWFhAs/S220/IMG_0128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/S6ED_RXFv4I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ITI62nHvFXs/s72-c/DSC00071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245195797635159835.post-8193237817459548417</id><published>2010-01-29T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:21:07.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='us'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432218070026524290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/S2MdjbZjloI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ttd0Oyt9r7E/s320/IMG0478A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I WANTED TO GO TO THE ISLAND. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;But he gave me so many excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay so he claimed it wasnt excuses but he was just thinking those so called &lt;em&gt;'excuses'&lt;/em&gt; that might happen. He says, the weather might get bitchy,mom might call and check where i am and the boat coming back from the island is at 4pm and he wont want me to freak out in the island. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;My counter-back reasons that made him pissed off after i say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;'WE ARE NOT GOING' &amp;amp; 'FORGET IT BONN,I DONT WANT TO GO'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;WTF,i already told mom i gt 'class' until 4.45pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; I already prepared all the stuff for picnic.&lt;/span&gt; DUH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I woke up early without being mad &amp;amp; feel annoyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; and,dude i really wanted to hang out with you :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i know i be leaving like in a few days time. and he just got back from kuching.its been 2 days already as of today , and 'a short period of time' we both didnt see each other. Well, its not the TAHAP GABAN kerinduan if anyone might say. So let me put it this way, i got this feeling that i might have him away from me for a long long time. I dont know why the hell do i have this kind of thoughts.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;And let me cut it short, we then get pissed off and almost at the tip of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;BLOWING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;each other's head off.Yet,it was almost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;We sat down in Mint Vietnamese restaurant and he eventually tried to 'pujuk' me. LOL. I am too much being a 'missy' i guess. HAHA. And i gave in and everything went okay and we did talk about understanding and actually we talked what we actually intended to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My intention of showing my sour face : &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Its okay if he doesnt want to go, i CAN go by myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; His sour face. Facial expression as if he is totally worned out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I hate people who give hesitate answer and nod with a annoyed face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;His HEAD:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;He say he is okay whatever i plan on but i am a&lt;/span&gt; PLEASER! &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;(i do think so!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; He try to recall back on whatever statement i said to him before. And processing each word i say right at the moment. Amending which is true or facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;He wants me to decide where actually i am so concerned he wont like my idea.&lt;/span&gt;FCUK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;We drove to Jesselton Point car park,parked the car but didnt turn off the engine.We sat inside the car and i flip over the Tallisman book he borrow for me. He explained it will be better if we go for other stuff like 'road trip'. Basically, i am dead tired to argue or to say no. We drove up to Tuaran Crocodile farm and spent 3 hours there discovering. It was fun at the end. Those picnic junks bought earlier we ate it throughout the journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432217171746999682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/S2McvJDBzYI/AAAAAAAAACw/ve0KugGrzvE/s320/IMG0479A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crocodile Farm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; Koi fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. Crocodile show -&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. Cultural show -&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bored&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;. Mumified &amp;amp; Waxed horses,crocodile,tembadau (exotic cow) -&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;COOL&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;.Fed the deers,catfishes,koi fish,&amp;amp; a baby monkey! -&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;"&gt;At the end, there is something more meaningful, which is enjoyed something beautiful within unperfection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I always remind myself to never put hopes &amp;amp; too much attention on the disease of love. Somehow it just dont justify what you recieve.And yes it true,its better to give rather than to take. But too much giving and less compromise is practically idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bonn, its not easy to jaga you. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Before ending up my complain on bloggy today,below are some picture i bluetooth from him :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Some pictures we took while visiting crocodile farm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432218169592349890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/S2MdpOT5hMI/AAAAAAAAADA/fgDkxhV04WM/s320/IMG0477A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;bonn,just below the &lt;em&gt;rumah panjang&lt;/em&gt;,he is going to comfort room&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432427900833580994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/S2PcZMEbR8I/AAAAAAAAADg/cVzwzUtxTZI/s320/29012010034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;being unprepared,this is all i am capable to give.LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432221739084719218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/S2Mg4_tMpHI/AAAAAAAAADY/UsWUrYR6HYk/s320/29012010056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;one of the few pics that he candid withe the mumiefied crocodiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432428208949704386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/S2PcrH5CNsI/AAAAAAAAADo/BL2q-mfA99E/s320/29012010057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;bonn carrying a dead-heavy crocodile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432429484969436162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/S2Pd1Zb2JAI/AAAAAAAAADw/QWWHSWxIW5g/s320/29012010033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me at the entry ..eww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432460043372559122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/S2P5oIW5exI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zd6RSmeObF0/s320/29012010039.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;bonn naik kuda. LOL. Kuda kena awet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/4245195797635159835-8193237817459548417?l=theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/feeds/8193237817459548417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2010/01/road-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/8193237817459548417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/8193237817459548417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2010/01/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>Karmen Luna is Auby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17908583506875484298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SreEyISoyWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/upgZ2SWFhAs/S220/IMG_0128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/S2MdjbZjloI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ttd0Oyt9r7E/s72-c/IMG0478A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245195797635159835.post-6432746020925225999</id><published>2010-01-26T09:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T15:17:32.200-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love affair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Friends'/><title type='text'>I am trying to understand life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay, i am still awake.,Not yet sleep.Just done with cooking and freezing the pumpkin juice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bonn is outstation in Kuching and be coming back late night tomorro. Huhu. Hope to get to spend time with him before i leave for Manila. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I havent written anything about the end of last year, that i have to cancel family trips to Kl and my supposedly trip to Manila on december for Christmas is also cancel. But it was a prompt decision and sudden collapsed of Grandma caused by heart attack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But maybe everything happens for a reason. Uncles and auties really show their REAL FACE of 'genuinely' caring for grandma.I bother it less! It be wasting my time gossping them here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, at here, right now, i would like to write something i would really want to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;The question :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How much it takes to love a person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;It buzz me when i could see how much i had fall for him.But then again, i know somehow it just dont worth it for what it takes and how far has this gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Or could anyone go through a phase in life living without the person you need the most? Or sacrificing your own happiness or life materials?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;I see some people had risks so many things to just catch that glimpse of happiness? Is is worth it? Or was it just another wrong move made by silly human nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;I wonder how much it takes if you could love him but he never loves you? Isint it hard aching? Because i am feeling it.When the other day i asked him, if there is anyone in his mind at this moment? It was a question asked by Denoor who asked me to ask him. The answer suppose to be his Fish! He looked at my face and say, yes he was still thinking of someone.. My heart sank. I could feel it sank. Sank deep down under the sea than the anchor could reach. I paused and his eyes still starring at mine, he continued saying, it was her ex girfriend. They broke off and yet he say he hated her and couldnt understand why she had caused that misery scar in his heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Right now, if i could walk away. And search something besides love to be loved and love. I would!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;And day by day i could feel my heart is senseless impaired by these reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;It was easy.Its because i had fallen for him. A truth myself couldnt bare with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But dont worry, i guess i wouldnt be stupid enough to die for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. [ Sarcasm =) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431114042776219138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/S18xclZP7gI/AAAAAAAAACo/YcWvfPXgxGY/s320/117976932_43f2cff2d4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;A piece of note to someone i know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If you trully love him and yes he loves you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dont even wait for a second to tell him how much you love&lt;br /&gt;him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;To know how much he loves you is simple,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;he wouldnt dare leaving you alone to search for that somebody in&lt;br /&gt;life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sacrificing is not being heroic under diffrent circumstances,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;its guided by truth and facts that you react upon to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To him,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the mischievious person who had ruined two person's life ,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And being silent loving the person and not holding her back is coward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;You dont deserve to be called a Man.You are a jerk for not proving your standings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I dont get it what you are trying to prove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And if you dare saying i am interfering your LOVE LIFE? well, you are welcome to come forward and say it infront of my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I dont INTERFERE because i like busybody, but i cant stand back looking my friend who you called 'sayang' ,deprieved like a widow and mourning for love. I couldnt look at her face hollow without her smile. I dont know, but it seems like you have fun MAKING LOVE around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;And yes, i wish you read this and letting your brain knows how much i am pissed with your so being MATURED character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Being sarcasm as yourself with words doesnt make you hip, right now when i look back, i just realized you had poke fun of urself with your bestfriend. You are non heroic but a destroyer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Who could i blame? Who am i to blame. Three of you are my friend.And one of you or two of you had let go this case but i am not going to be silent and act DONT KNOW like a dumb ass. WHAT A JOKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;If you think right now, you had kept your mouth and handphone silence, and see things are safe and sound, you are so wrong. I am gonna tell you that, five years from now, you will end up marrying the misery of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;There is no point whispering to friends what is the situation now and telling people i am so into your stories.No, and HELL NO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;When you have time, you could come and see her.Look into her eyes.Her baggy eyes. Those lips and faces that you look when you promise her that you love her has turn sour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Gees, people be wondering why could i get so emotional writting on you.You want to know? Because in business wise i never met such a DUMB FUCKING ASSHOLE like you.Turning people's life upside down.And you screwed every holes in their life. Are you satisfied? Do you see thats a statement on your wide forehead? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I dont know. But when i look at you and your crappy friend's face, it remind me how stupid both of you when you two throw up a joke.Its no more funny cause you had spill the milk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;By the way, the lady who&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; you like HELL and WHOM you talk bad always is my FRIEND and babe. Who you had enjoyed the same bed and hugs and kissed is a friend i cherish for her sweet sense. But yes, again YOU DESTROY everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;We could be friends like normal but its no more the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;So before you commit yourself in a new relationship, be true to yourself and not looking for a HOLE to hide and get reasons. She was a bait to run away from the other one. And you came to this lovely and sweep her away.While you mend your 'plastic' heart you found the &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;ERFECT&lt;/em&gt; one. &lt;em&gt;WHAT A FAKE&lt;/em&gt;.. .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;The solution was easy, you should have be honest and not hide those truth. And actually never date the same circles of friends.But you were dumb as i could see that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;This writes up will come to an end when i say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to the&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;birds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am not anyone to judge, but i couldnt stand looking at Ur face ,is now like a DUMB PORN ASS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Get that retarded out of your brain.There is so many guys out there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stupidly, you still loves him and flirt with him? what a pity. that 7inch doesnt wor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;k if there isnt much skills and his balls is full with gas rather than sperms.. oh yea, he talk bad about you. LOL.you still love him for that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;You better get your brain fix. By the way, i am not going to look at you as like before. You are a jerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Amin!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/4245195797635159835-6432746020925225999?l=theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/feeds/6432746020925225999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-trying-to-understand-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/6432746020925225999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/6432746020925225999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-trying-to-understand-life.html' title='I am trying to understand life'/><author><name>Karmen Luna is Auby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17908583506875484298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SreEyISoyWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/upgZ2SWFhAs/S220/IMG_0128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/S18xclZP7gI/AAAAAAAAACo/YcWvfPXgxGY/s72-c/117976932_43f2cff2d4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245195797635159835.post-4799941972109769865</id><published>2010-01-26T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T09:33:06.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my dismissal is being replace by writtings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;so its been really AHWILE i have gone without writting any stuff here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Grandma was admitted to the hospital .Its  coming to 2 months she had been given dripping and today the doctor allowed us to feed her porridge..Thank God! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I dont know.Her sudden abscent in my life.Yes,since she collapsed (after doctor confirmed it was a heart attack)  on the 22nd of Dec,i felt i had myself missing in everywhere i go,in everything i do,in each of the words spoken out. I shall not say she had the great impact or she is the impact of my life tho &lt;em&gt;while i am writting this&lt;/em&gt; i am still a bit confuse on this issue. But for what had happen that day,i felt myself had distance myself. I had come to the point i would not rather to listen or how to manage a life. I am not prepared for the worse.Let alone swollowing all these heart aching situation. She lay down on the bed,lifeless. Just imagine,neither stench or the odour inhaling through your nasal hollow, you could feel ICU is no joke to accomodate six patience all with support by less than five machine. Non stop ticking and beeping sound echoes in your ear. Would you be in my shoes? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;I am not the person who had witness death before.I wish this wouldnt happen.You can call me being unrealistic but i just cant cope with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;But today, she smile and hold my hands. My grandma,i wish i could had write her earlier but my mind has just block to write anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;She who had raised me up.Fed me well.School me and pampered me like a golden child. I had tasted the silver spoon on my mouth while i was growing up because of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666600;"&gt;'Grandma, promise me.You will stay strong to live till the day i am capable to bring you and stay with me and my family.I will feed you well.Pour you with love and warmth.Care you in my home.I couldnt lose you now' Amen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245195797635159835-4799941972109769865?l=theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/feeds/4799941972109769865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-dismissal-is-being-replace-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/4799941972109769865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/4799941972109769865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-dismissal-is-being-replace-by.html' title='my dismissal is being replace by writtings'/><author><name>Karmen Luna is Auby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17908583506875484298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SreEyISoyWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/upgZ2SWFhAs/S220/IMG_0128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245195797635159835.post-2480733967715196292</id><published>2009-11-12T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T08:55:15.865-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apocalypse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonn'/><title type='text'>It made me think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/Svw8MnvRMxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_j4Z_q8CJBI/s1600-h/my+guy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403259840461091602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/Svw8MnvRMxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_j4Z_q8CJBI/s320/my+guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;okay...this week was busy.Not as in busy with my stuff, but instead with bonn. So its like dedicating this week for him.Since its his first week to work, i guess i have the obligation to 'push' him for working. Yeah, i admit, we do have this sneaky plan to get out from the office, but because there is nothing much can be done after all &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(ALASAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;!)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Well, the company bonn is working with now belongs to Andy, another friend of ours. And thats one of the reason, i've been like lepaking in the office. Not just waiting for bonn, or was it, but just that it amuse me sometimes to sit down and talk with Andy. Yeap, he is that kind of person who really talks, gentleman in his own sway, and he talk business like a china men but deals with a more sensible way. And he is that kind of person who can make me praise alot! (Whatever other might say about him,.which previously i heard about. AHhhh..bullshits!) Andy is my senior in Uni, and old time friend of bonn from high school. So we are friends in a way and yet between Andy and Bonn, there is this boss thingy (You do get me right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403261306902433490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/Svw9h-qITtI/AAAAAAAAACY/DcMDXmsJ_c8/s320/me+and+bonn.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with bonn at apink's birthday &amp;amp; open house 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;yeah, and we did get out today from the office, went to 1B to watch &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt;. And it fascinates me about the true meaning of the movie, or would i say the panel writers and director for the movie. The question here states &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;where does we go with all those predicted catrostrophic? how can humanity brings along us together despite the feud between religion, belief and our skin color? and is the apocalypse true?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; well, only God knows. It do freak me out while watching it but it gives me another second thought whether on what limitation in life has for each of us? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Let me just leave behind the disaster who scientics predicts to be in future. For myself, life has to be prioritized. Family, loves one, friends, others.. and so on.. There is nothing can be done true what is on the screen right now. Just let the tsunami wipe us away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;While was driving out from likas, i was on my way to Cock and Bull, it suddenly came out from no where in my head. I had this thinking. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'WHO IS YOUR BEST LISTENER?''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;The best listener is ourself. Our own self who had live in this body binding with the soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Who shall accept those bad and good thoughts and thinking, non other than us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;We drive our own thinking. Build by enviroment,conclude by action. And learn through those wrong interpretation of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;So what if life sucks? so what if there is no more money? while you complain life isnt perfect, blame oneself, because it was all started from the way we think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;And through all these thinking and thounghts, we listen patienly. We listen deeply with detail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;We dont spread our secrets openly,neither do we cry hard with people we could trust less. Yet the one who always will comfort us with the best way is ourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Somehow there is people, who are blinded with following instincts. Instincts that are merely true. Jeopardizing life and hurting more feelings. I am not sure, but i know karma wins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245195797635159835-2480733967715196292?l=theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/feeds/2480733967715196292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-made-me-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/2480733967715196292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/2480733967715196292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-made-me-think.html' title='It made me think'/><author><name>Karmen Luna is Auby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17908583506875484298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SreEyISoyWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/upgZ2SWFhAs/S220/IMG_0128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/Svw8MnvRMxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_j4Z_q8CJBI/s72-c/my+guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245195797635159835.post-3086334684857332096</id><published>2009-11-01T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T06:09:17.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REDANDEN'/><title type='text'>Que Sera Sera Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;okay so..i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;FORGOT&lt;/span&gt; my password on twitter. yea it means there is divine intervention asking me to less gossip or less boasting.hahahahahah yea.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;.WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a hectic day i had today. Wake up after less than 3 hour sleep. =) *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;* ..Went for breakfast with my cousin and aunt before heading home to finish my islam &amp;amp; management assignment. Went out again at 11am to attend some big shot's daughter's wedding. Uhh..how i hate weddings. Because you just have to act as if you are friendly but the thing is you are sweating like in hell, your body is like giving out those bad odours that you just want to rush back home and shower. Na, js that i am a depending-on-situation kinda person. I am choosy when things just aint right in my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, last night, Vivian PM me asked about business law assignment. I find it annoying. Because :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; I havent done it yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I am so not in the mood of talking or replyin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Its pissing me off asking things repeatedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I ask myself 'is she that dumb to find out herself?&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And i just regain my own consciousness that i was being rude tellin her off not to bug me, or else its really gonna pissed me off. Which yes i did, i PISSED OFF. She felt terribly and send me a msg shortly after i appear offline saying she is sorry. Haha. Im sorry too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, there is some people out there that doesnt deserve to be pity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether they are called as good friends? Bad friends? Worse friends? The fact is when you treat them god regardless who they are at that time, they just dont appreciate it or they ignore or neglected it. And yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;WAT THE FUCK&lt;/span&gt;,?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not writtin to pour my sensibleness or assume it is my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;UN&lt;/span&gt;sensible-ness tonite, just that i am trying to remind myself, some people just aint worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i may not be the WHO and WHO to be proud of about, or shall i say &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;WHO AM I? &lt;/span&gt;to be saying like this? Yes, i protect my friends, and thats my treasure for people who treat me good. I keep and make sure people i love,people i call FRIENDS safe and sound. Hinder them from worriness or harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when one day you find me talking bad behind you, its because you dint realize it was your decision to lose a friend like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah..currently everything just seems okay. Not bad. People, *hopefully* are growing maturedly and having their mind fix before jumping into any conclusion in anything they do. Because despite in today's world, with all kind of stuff and things invented for goodness sake, mankind are still selfish ignoring their faults. I am one of them. Sarcasticly i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Karmen =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245195797635159835-3086334684857332096?l=theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/feeds/3086334684857332096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2009/11/que-sera-sera-amigos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/3086334684857332096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/3086334684857332096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2009/11/que-sera-sera-amigos.html' title='Que Sera Sera Amigos'/><author><name>Karmen Luna is Auby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17908583506875484298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SreEyISoyWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/upgZ2SWFhAs/S220/IMG_0128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245195797635159835.post-8417581038241540010</id><published>2009-10-30T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:01:30.837-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Are You sensible Enough?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Okay.. these past few week was totally mad with playing truant. Aha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/Sur_1s2yN9I/AAAAAAAAACI/NlEEmP1sD_A/s1600-h/IMG00011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/Sur_1s2yN9I/AAAAAAAAACI/NlEEmP1sD_A/s320/IMG00011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398408401396053970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;captured by webcam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;@ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; Warisan Sq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;29th October 2009, Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Its like i've been with Bonn almost everyday. Well, between us both things are working quite good. Despite some day he might pissed me off. But hell yeah, i am a forgiver. I forgive him, and yes i did pause &amp;amp;  think, till when shall i be a forgiving person. By the way, i only being a forgiver when i am with him. Its not fair. So this is relationship.Being biased. You tend to lose your sight and your hearings when you FEEL you are totally madly in love. Oh yes, it does.Dont lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Sometimes, somehow i was thinking does this worth everything in my life that i showered him? i mean this relationship. surprisingly we have been more than a year together. =) ..yet, i just dont feel that time passes so fast, and, and.......... and (so many 'and') ..and i feel tired .. but God has His own way.. i love bonn so much. i dint realize. but everyday when i tell myself how much i love him, i tell myself too, i would rather let him go if we are meant to be separated. i dont know. its just that these past few weeks, i been thinking, love is no selfish. love is free. love meets patience, love rejoice happiness because love shall not angry nor frust. that was those thing that planted in my mind. its says like the proverb ' if you love something, set it free, if it comes back, its meant for you'.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I spent my whole thursday with Bonn. =) We talked a lot. Giggled a lot. It reminds me of our first met up. It was funny.We hold each other's hand and did source something out about ourselves.  And we did today too. Talked bout some past history about ourselves. It was sweet and now i understand why sometimes the way he pissed me off is to gain my attention. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Bonn been advising me on certain things. Avoid somebody. Avoid the chiss-miss. He says its not worth it. Its not worth losing the good friend. I never knew he was such a good observer until he spoken to me about whats going on. He explained to me. If you think i was '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;di-gula gulakan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;' by him, well, its not. I was never influence by bonn, i gave myself time to think and before i made up my mind, choosing which is true and right or wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;People, we make friends along the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;However, you did hear what i have told you. Yet you have not even consider which road you taken. Okay, so i shall leave you. You never listen to me. You go with the flow, but have you think what you said before? did you excute what you had spoken? I am just being afraid how many people will lose this trust on you. Yes, indeed its your life. Your decision your rights. Dear, i dare not lose you in the dark pit. What if you were in the other way round? Would you call another person stupid making this decision? I know its too late to say anything. But i am praying hard for you, happy always and always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I may not say directly this to you. Because being your friend, i dont know, maybe i would have lose you when i say this right at your face or you would misintepret my meaning, either way .. in a way its making you happy, but the other part, you are just making mistakes. And yes those mistakes, only you and i know. Until which level it has reach. I am not trying to ruin your dream or fantascies or destroying what you may now see as the greatest of all, but dear friend of mine, have you ever think how long this could survive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I am sorry if you would be mad at me for pouring out here. But i guess no body will know who you may be and yes, no body knows. Today i was bit frustrated with you .. i am..indeed. deeply. =( i miss the old you. the one who is sensible and less-mind interrupted you! i miss you! i do! give me a hug when you read this. i dont mean to hurt you or what so ever. but yeah, if you think so, then its up to you. Demi Tuhan, i wrote this just to make you understand what i am thinking. And being your friend, i the want best for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Dear friend of mine, i dont want to lose you. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245195797635159835-8417581038241540010?l=theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/feeds/8417581038241540010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2009/10/are-you-sensible-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/8417581038241540010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/8417581038241540010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2009/10/are-you-sensible-enough.html' title='Are You sensible Enough?'/><author><name>Karmen Luna is Auby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17908583506875484298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SreEyISoyWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/upgZ2SWFhAs/S220/IMG_0128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/Sur_1s2yN9I/AAAAAAAAACI/NlEEmP1sD_A/s72-c/IMG00011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245195797635159835.post-6973304222901031267</id><published>2009-09-28T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:17:48.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bonn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>My mind says so ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today's Programme : Went for movie with Acyl (my dearie syg goodie pal) and of course Mr.Bonn of mine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Watch the 'GAMER' ..interesting movie tho but very cliche and easily 'expected' kind of movie conclusion. We did enjoy but i guess both my partners for the day (Acyl &amp;amp; Bonn) would actually go for Perfect Getaway if there is an early show during that time. LOL..it is triple scarier that Final Destination. (P.S : i have fobia with scary,thriller and more than two horror genres movies)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am still feeling the raya mode holiday inside my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ven my lecturer is still 'confuse' a little .(I dint attend her class) So according to my friends, she gave a 45minutes talk and left the class. Okay,so nw even lecturer's will demand for extra holidays maybe =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So, lets talk bout something else.. oh yes, i wana post a quote by this junior mate of mine. Who respond to my ex-teacher's statement &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;''Can we seperate sex with love??? And what is making love then???....Anak-anak murid ku nda payah jawab....ni soalan 18SX....hehe...Bekas anak murid boleh...hihihi''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Few commented with very excellent answer and few did barely pointed out some bias facts. But after all the debate issue there comes another long comment, actually 3 comment stated by this boy name Elijah Hugo (my junior during Bahang high school) who earlier i dint even wanted to read about, but i dont know why i read his comment. He says;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a class="comment_author" href="http://www.facebook.com/elijah.guntingan"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Elijah Hugo M Guntingan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;''Of course we can separate love and sex! Haha! Love means forgetting oneself for the good of others. When u help someone, or when u do something to another person in the best of intention and with no regard for your own self and expecting none in return, than that is love. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;U show love to your partner when u give them respect, understanding and ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;protection, and do nothing to harm them. Now and even for the future. U do nothing that will harm their reputation, name, honor and self respect even if the relationship wont last&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; For me, that is love in the context of having a partner because love can be express in many different way.But, i will also say this. In the end love to your partner will also lead to sex. Because that is how u show your partner how u truly feel for them. How u love em. Sex is a sacred bonding of 2 people, it is literally a fusion of two to one. In my opinion, u may only make love when u are prepared to take the responsibility to protect, cherish and love your partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Make no mistake! To truly make love, you must be IN LOVE! Dont jump into sex the moment there is an invitation. They say that sex is a natural habit of animals and that it is natural to sleep around because u are merely following your instincts. If you agree with that, than do you consider yourself animals as well? We are higher beings capable of ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;making decisions, ponder on questions, invent, appreciate and love.Love means sex? Come on. Love has been downgraded by everyone. They say that when u get into a relationship, in love and all, this gives u the right to have sex? This is what happen when you get people that jump into sexual practice to early and young to understand love and the feelings they feel. Love really has a higher meaning other than the physical pleasure. Is it really worth your time to Rough n Tumble and than experience the sweet pleasure that only last for a few seconds? Its not worth it. Well i do agree with some of what u've said, keep ur 1st for your true 1st.Hope some of the young ones reed this and understand what im trying to say. Oh Well, i dont think i can add anymore. Since all of u macam selesai jg bout this. Jst wanted to voiced out my opinion! Hehe! Cherio! sigh...''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;He reminds me of my brother. Seriously. To speak with the facts of facts. Well, its totally true for what he says. And what shock me is that he is barely 20 years old and he could actually value Love and define sex in a more matured way. I mean you bound to meet less youngsters with this kind of mindset, or maybe i have been mixing with the wrong enviroment people? Yea, perhaps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, just recently i realize how bonn really mean to me. Is not that he never meant anything but just that alll these while maybe i have been secluded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;and over concern about how i should keep things to myself, that i really need him in my life. I am not thinking bout the future, but just that with him i am trying to fixing myself; which is trying to be the who i am and making myself a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Some may see the difference of me after being with bonn, yet i couldnt explain what people might think or feel ?. I dont give a fuck.No, No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;However, i dont know much how he loves me. Nor, may how true he felt towards me. This i am not sure. Entering the 1st year of our relationship, i learn a lot about how to put trust on men, how to love a guy and how to protect one love. I am no one perfect. I myself have been through hell lot of scandals., and yes i admit that. This teaches me a lot. To trust a guy or to invest in his lies? Karma will eat us back for what we have done. And i believe God will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;punish me according to what i have done in my past. In any relationship, if we dont put trust and make ourself discipline, then there should be no point of having a relationship, instead why not a lust of one night stand? And where goes our integrity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;My macha brother, thamilarasu said to me today ''&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; thamilarasus (29-Sep-09 12:06:15 AM):&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;sometimes yes we get lonely.. but doesn't mean we have to get just anyone to cover the loop holes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'' what he say is true. I usually get psycho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; effect if im lonely and when i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;feel have no one. Maybe i am lack of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Kasih Sayang? YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386595798133765954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SsEIVshf90I/AAAAAAAAABw/AQQ7rAKwSkM/s320/couples.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;But, as of now, i have all the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt; freedom to breath in my lungs. I am not affiliated to anyone. :) Except to mr.bonn. And may God guide me, to have this relationship stay long enough. I may not accept the fact that he do annoys me with all his acts and egoistic, but those are the things that pathces us up someh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;ow, indirectly? Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;He might not be romantic with bouquet of roses nor he do not give me frequent calls, but i am still loving him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386596728719331362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SsEJL3OY0CI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RsfNyEMZvlo/s320/7416_1058028990784_1827679704_118025_296587_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*Me, Bonn, Iwan &amp;amp; Amy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I will. Because i love him so. Amen :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&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/4245195797635159835-6973304222901031267?l=theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/feeds/6973304222901031267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-mind-says-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/6973304222901031267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/6973304222901031267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-mind-says-so.html' title='My mind says so ...'/><author><name>Karmen Luna is Auby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17908583506875484298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SreEyISoyWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/upgZ2SWFhAs/S220/IMG_0128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SsEIVshf90I/AAAAAAAAABw/AQQ7rAKwSkM/s72-c/couples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245195797635159835.post-7805392587949634340</id><published>2009-09-22T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T10:27:14.438-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annual dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>The boredom kills me + my paranoid-ty of mr.bonn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I just got an announcement last 3 week that my college will be organizing annual dinner for 2009.Themed with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Hollywood Glam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;black&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; that will be held at Pan Pac Sutera Harbour.. i had mix feelings of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;not to go&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;NOT TO GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt; : cos i dont feel the dinner's draw of attendin it ..50% of myself says its boring, and i might have bad experience from it... and the fact that &lt;strong&gt;mr.bonn&lt;/strong&gt; is goin to attend a friend's wedding reception at Shangri-La's Tg.Aru Resort (+) plus, good friend of his, &lt;strong&gt;mr.roy&lt;/strong&gt; will be in kk, which means, he be entertaining his friend hopping around clubs &amp;amp; pubs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;SHOULD GO&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;: cos its once in a year..i can &lt;em&gt;FUCKINGLY &lt;/em&gt;show off? WTF..wakakakaka no.. i still have not find the good reason why i should go.. cos normally i really avoid dinners..i dont like spending hours of powdering myself.. i dont like squatting infront of my closet to find a nice dress to wear , i dont like pulling my heels on to my ankle making it fit.. i dont like goinback and forth to the comfort room ensuring my make up's are not dully,or my eyeliner has just melt down! (OMG!) or my eye shadow is fading because i scrub my eyes many times! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Lol..sound like the NO NO answer to not to go stand stronger..AHAKZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I been thinking, if i decided to go, WHAT SHALL I WEAR? i did survey a few&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;boutiques.. well, tehy do offer a good range of price. &lt;strong&gt;Amy&lt;/strong&gt; told me that maybe we should go to custom made it (Tailoring)..but it do cost much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And so, i am keeping my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;finger cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;, if once PTPTN has release ..i will allocate budget to do tailoring or not, i will ask mom to ''fork out' some $$ for me to shop! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The boredom kills me just now, i did some research on the web.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Inspired by : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Night Owl Vintage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The themed and guide line of skecth&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;KARA by Kara Ross&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clutch&lt;/span&gt;) ,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jimmy Choo Heels&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acyl's favorite!),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hoodies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My main idea&lt;/span&gt;),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Current trend on the Elle Mag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;! (The imagination)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Note : two sketches made on the hoodie dress...will be elaborating the details..(in up coming posting...) but thats how i want it to be...knee lenghty.. not too short..not too long.. heels are for EXTRAvaganza accessories.. so pulling in some strapping heels might work some magic since i think this kinda theme of mine wont need any (or much) accesories on neck or maybe a few bangles may do some trick to add in. And the clutch..&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;KARA&lt;/span&gt; do have some samples that i think really amuse me.. Well, i am not gonna buy a &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;KARA&lt;/span&gt; clucth (THAT BE TOO EXPENSIVE!)..but somthing that goes along with &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;KARA's&lt;/span&gt; design maybe.. =) YES, and lastly, the &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt;.. i think hoodie is something people wont think off..(as of now).. i have been longing for a &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hoodie&lt;/span&gt; since i was a kid! =) just recently i bump into kaftans dress that comes in with &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;hoodie &lt;/span&gt;that blows my mind off! So, something different on &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hollywodd red carpets&lt;/span&gt;? WHY NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I had come up with a sketch. =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384338436309818882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 433px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 528px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SrkDR8a6ngI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZDweosNafqw/s320/sketch+for+annual+dinner_000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245195797635159835-7805392587949634340?l=theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/feeds/7805392587949634340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2009/09/boredom-kills-me-my-paranoid-ty-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/7805392587949634340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/7805392587949634340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2009/09/boredom-kills-me-my-paranoid-ty-of.html' title='The boredom kills me + my paranoid-ty of mr.bonn'/><author><name>Karmen Luna is Auby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17908583506875484298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SreEyISoyWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/upgZ2SWFhAs/S220/IMG_0128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SrkDR8a6ngI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZDweosNafqw/s72-c/sketch+for+annual+dinner_000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245195797635159835.post-7047862168183498732</id><published>2009-09-22T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:19:14.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder where is my mr.bonn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Okay..so i am SERIOUSLY bored by tonite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;(checkin my delivery report..my mr.bonn had gone missin....he called me..but i dint pick up the call,..i was in the living room.dint hear it ringing cos the phone was in the room..)....so i try to call back..still couldnt get him...and my text to him still not delivered.  Yes..if you are thinking if i really wonder where is he?how is he? what might happen? YES...i can tell you how paranoid i can go with all these nonsense..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hopefully..i can calm down my mind tonite...STOP thinking nonsense... =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245195797635159835-7047862168183498732?l=theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/feeds/7047862168183498732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2009/09/wonder-where-is-my-mrbonn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/7047862168183498732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/7047862168183498732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2009/09/wonder-where-is-my-mrbonn.html' title='Wonder where is my mr.bonn'/><author><name>Karmen Luna is Auby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17908583506875484298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SreEyISoyWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/upgZ2SWFhAs/S220/IMG_0128.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245195797635159835.post-2718316043307154482</id><published>2009-09-21T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:57:05.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;''mon bébé je vous aime.. je suivrai votre avance.. Je me&lt;br /&gt;rappèle toujours promet ceux-là vous dit à i. si vous le cassez, je vous tuerai.&lt;br /&gt;Cher que vous devriez savoir, parlant en français ce shoutout est signifié pour&lt;br /&gt;vous. Gauche ? Mis être. Tout parce que je le coeur vous !&lt;/em&gt; ''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;[previously ..my statement to mr.bonn]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;...When your realize things has just changed. I mean,what had happen before is not what it may be. I am not gonna morn my pathethic life. ( ENOUGH) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;but, im just taking for instance, someone i knew..who had strive crazily for his love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;He know she cheats. he knows her feelings had worn off. he knows things isnt it used to be. Yet, he aint giving up. He aint going to step back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Is there any guy in the wide world we are living at, still has this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BIG HEART&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;..standing there?hoping?begging for never ending love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I really doubt so. ... .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SrehsU6VrBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/WqjcvQRytNY/s1600-h/3334021594_1113959ee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383949662444432402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SrehsU6VrBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/WqjcvQRytNY/s320/3334021594_1113959ee1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;*Bonn just passed by Kalabakan 20minutes ago*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Talking about 'making up my mind'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i had seriously spoken out.how i would want to make things right. Not perfectly right.BUT, having things back to the track. Where it supposed to be and should be. I know i did not wanted all these realtionship stuff to be so *FUCKED UP SERIOUS*,yet it is not as easy to say and executing my WORDS towards ACTION shows that im so lame =(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SrevfM22X2I/AAAAAAAAABY/wWo7jJYF45Q/s1600-h/3251729596_50da643266.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383964830106804066" style="WIDTH: 656px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SrevfM22X2I/AAAAAAAAABY/wWo7jJYF45Q/s320/3251729596_50da643266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;uhh.. *sigh*... maybe its not the time yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;STATE OF MIND :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;a ) easily fall in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;b ) loves 24-hr attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;c ) believes love never dies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL! WTF!&lt;/em&gt; ... now, the problem is that.. i met this guy.. Mr.Bunny.. who mesmerized me..YEAH..MESMERIZE... remember the word -''&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;mesmerized&lt;/span&gt;''..or so... '&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;charmed&lt;/span&gt;' me..!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;He is nothing that make sense to what i really admire about somoene. Perhaps*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;He is something different. Something that could caught your attention. He differs other guy i met before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Should i point out that, he got this aura..attracts anyone to be by his side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Maybe because something fascinates me. Some unusuall thing about him. We are totally from an opposite world. He somehow a 'ulama' from heaven and i am the 'syaitan' from hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Way back the 1st day of knowing each other, we had a long chat on YM.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;He taught me that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#99ff99;"&gt;''Aku tidak akan berharap, aku cuma mampu bersabar ..''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;it means whatever it may be, hoping is not a solution, but doin something is something that probably helps. And yes, be patience for what it may takes, and what it could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;...js 2minutes ago, i gt his text.. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;p.s :.. let me clear here (to avoid any misunderstandings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;i am not deeply in love with him, or shall i label him as my crush or watsoever? NO.. i dont think we have any future so what and what kind of relationship. Just that i felt he is that someone who had open my eyes ..looking at things differently.. :) he had just walked into my life and show me things are not that hard to deal with. And sometimes, we just have to deal those problems with our bare hands .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;nothing could happen that soon ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SrevfM22X2I/AAAAAAAAABY/wWo7jJYF45Q/s1600-h/3251729596_50da643266.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4245195797635159835-2718316043307154482?l=theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/feeds/2718316043307154482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2009/09/something-is-missing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/2718316043307154482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/2718316043307154482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2009/09/something-is-missing.html' title='Something is missing'/><author><name>Karmen Luna is Auby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17908583506875484298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SreEyISoyWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/upgZ2SWFhAs/S220/IMG_0128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SrehsU6VrBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/WqjcvQRytNY/s72-c/3334021594_1113959ee1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4245195797635159835.post-4841186630057634785</id><published>2009-09-21T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:43:20.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FIrst'/><title type='text'>The resting has ended</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The resting of writting stuff has ended. Now, again (after two accounts, where i seriously have bad memory problems) Yes, again, i am typing again. Re-writing what had happen and predicting (oooh..hopefully :) *wink wink* blogging again. Practically, i have battle with myself, should i or not write again. Maybe i am not an optimistic person. What had happen, which i wanted to let go. But the other part of me says,maybe its a good way of letting go and wrtiing it down teaches us a lesson. Oh yea, most probably because i bump into Shery Crow's ''SOAK UP IN THE SUN''!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383924135950274338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SreKefT3zyI/AAAAAAAAABI/uKX6za_7jJA/s320/3798788552_6589ecc2c7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Today is 2nd of syawal. Everyone had gone missing for holiday. Mr bonn of mine ( huahauhau ) went back to kampung of his. My friends are all celebrating. And i am here sitting down, having a sip of a cuppa milk i had just made for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this whole week, beside visiting my moslem friends, i am assign (uhuh..) by my dad to structure a proposal. So, i might be hell-of-my-mind-out to prepare all the vital information to have my dad to look on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, another hectic bundle of assignments need me to attend! HUHUHU!!! i am so goin to be nuts after this!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383923493332738658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SreJ5FX6YmI/AAAAAAAAABA/XwWMrNfrwkY/s320/IMG_0107.JPG" border="0" /&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/4245195797635159835-4841186630057634785?l=theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/feeds/4841186630057634785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2009/09/resting-has-ended.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/4841186630057634785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4245195797635159835/posts/default/4841186630057634785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theequinoxofkarmenluna.blogspot.com/2009/09/resting-has-ended.html' title='The resting has ended'/><author><name>Karmen Luna is Auby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17908583506875484298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SreEyISoyWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/upgZ2SWFhAs/S220/IMG_0128.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j2TqE1tyPrA/SreKefT3zyI/AAAAAAAAABI/uKX6za_7jJA/s72-c/3798788552_6589ecc2c7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
